The Prince Charles Cinema, for those who don’t know, is not an arts cinema with those leather sofas where people bring you bottles of chilled white wine. Operating as a film house since 1969, it is famous for its all-night movie marathons (pyjamas and pillows) and its unusual levels of audience interaction, from Sing-Along-a-Rocky Horror to Solve-Along-a-Murder She Wrote, where punters raise miniature placards of Jessica Fletcher’s face at suspicious moments.
At Sing-Along-a-Wicker Man, a screening of the ’70s film, the audience joined arms for the burning of Edward Woodward and sang Summer Is Icumen In. Under every seat was a paper bag containing a red liquorice bootlace, to be eaten at the moment the missing girl’s “naval string” was found hanging on a tree.
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