The Tyneside Cinema is not just a cinema; it’s an experience. It’s a place where you can watch a masterpiece, cry into your teacup of wine, and then stumble out onto Pilgrim Street wondering if you accidentally time-traveled. It survived bombs, fads, and the invention of streaming. It’s stubborn, daft, and glorious.
So next time you’re in Newcastle, skip the chain multiplex. Go to the Tyneside. Sit in a plush velvet seat, order a cocktail named after a depressed clown, and let the ghosts of cinema past smile at you. Just don’t forget to bring a spoon for “The Room.” You’ll thank me later.
