reflecting themselves off into infinity are always somewhat disturbing. It was a bit like that watching Chariots of Fire, digitally tarted up and re-released into cinemas. 1981 is a long time ago.
But it was nice to see it up there, beautifully filmed, big speakers for Vangelis and Jerusalem, full of juicy acting turns, optimistic, a tiny bit sentimental,
(here I came to a halt because I don’t actually know how big the cinema screen is)
and xxx yards high.