On Sunday afternoon Helen and I watched The Grand Budapest Hotel. Have you seen it? It’s so great and I immediately wanted to come home and add a whole lot of mustard velvet and lolly pink paint to our house. (Tom: if you’re reading this in Paris you’ll be pleased to know I didn’t).
Every part of the film is perfectly beautiful but it’s also a great 1930s-esque murder mystery with brilliant characters who are really funny.
Owing to an apparent inability to learn, we turned up to Martinborough’s Circus Cinema on Saturday night to find it booked out. This is the exact same thing that happened last time so who knows why I didn’t book. (Bit thick).
Instead we went to Masterton on Sunday, which has a beautiful old theatre resplendent in Deco details, plaster ceilings and garish red carpet, which is just perfect.