Bido Lito! Issue 56 | Page 10

10 Bido Lito! June 2015 Words: Damon Fairclough / noiseheatpower.com Illustration: Lucy Roberts / lucyannerobertsillustration.co.uk The cinema screen was vast. It stretched across the void of a decadent night. Over its silvery skin flitted well-fed faces, fat hands pressing flesh, the glint and menace of a doomed political class. Instinctively, my stomach began to churn with revulsion, but before I could quite take in what was happening there was a flash in the corner of my gaze. Out of nowhere, there were youths armed with petrol bombs; they darted from the darkness and hurled bottles at the images, at the screen. There was panic and confusion as more figures spirited into view. Again they lobbed their blazing projectiles; it was clear that the venue was under attack. The giant cinema was on fire. Its shadows were being consumed by the flames. No need to call Merseyside Fire & Rescue though, as this was a scene from a film rather than just another night at the Odeon IMAX. It was a fragment from Mikhail Kalatozov’s poetic 1964 epic I Am Cuba (Soy Cuba), in which revolutionary students from Havana University were striking against a propagandist news reel; their targets were the lies of the dying Batista regime, but, viewed from the plush velvet cuddle of a seat in the LIVERPOOL SMALL CINEMA, the action carried a symbolism that seemed closer to home. “Death to cinema’s super-size culture!” it seemed to scream, meaning a culture bloated by buckets of Coke and pick ‘n’ mix grab bags and popcorn dispensed by the yard. Perhaps it was also meant to herald the dawn of a cinema experience more bijou, less boorish – more akin, maybe, to the memory of cinema as a place of sorcery, not surround sound. The Liverpool Small Cinema is on Victoria Street in the old Magistrates’ Court. Behind its arched, gothic door lies a world of endearing shabbiness, of daubed emulsion, of ushers who also programme the films and who probably even built the place too. It feels part art project, part community good deed – like a churchhall film-show run by Andy Warhol’s Factory. The venue has been open for little over a month but it’s already building a word-of-mouth following of people who enjoy its films and affordability – the sold-out screening of I Am Cuba cost a mere £3 per ticket. With just 56 seats – plus a couple of wheelchair bidolito.co.uk spaces – it’s clear that this project isn’t inten Y