Routinely dreadful

Ryan (pictured, stuffing his face with popcorn) is a great cinema buddy and one with whom it has become somewhat of a tradition to go and see the worst movies currently on show. Today it was a tough choice between No Strings Attached and Battle: Los Angeles. We went with the latter, and it didn't disappoint. Dreadful. Ryan actually fell asleep for a bit too (that's twice now, the other movie he nodded off in being the equally dreadful Drive Angry 3D).

Despite the projectionst needing to be reminded to turn the sound on, people smoking in the lobby and the films starting fifteen minutes before they're advertised to, it's quite a nice wee cinema, especially at lunchtime on Fridays when it's practically dead.