I don't remember the first film I saw at Woolton Picture House, but I won't forget the last.
There was nothing particularly memorable about the mediocre 2019 remake of The Lion King. But when I left the screening with my family, I didn't think that I wouldn't enter the building again for years.
The Mason Street cinema has always been a big part of my life, with frequent visits as a child inspiring a love of film. Harking back to a bygone era of silver screen glamour, its single screen, half-time interval and plush red seats give it character not seen in a multiplex.
