Tyneside Cinema All-Nighter: What Sean Did

Recently, the Tyneside Cinema in Newcastle held another of their Cult Classics marathons. Five films, five pounds, twelve hours. Good value for money and good movies too, but was it a good idea?

Yes. And no.

I can’t deny that it was incredibly stupid for me to so willingly smash my sleeping pattern to bits (it’s Thursday now, I think…) but I just can’t ignore how fucking great it was.

Batmaaaaaaan!
Film one. 10pm. Batman.

Whatever ridiculous genius who decided to show Prince’s Batdance video before the film deserves a shitload of medals. Incredible.

This is the 1989 Batman with Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson (known as ‘the good Batman’) and what a pleasure it was to see it for the first time this century in the comfiest seat ever made. Although the Fancy Seats section in the Classic screen was sold out beforehand, a bunch of people decided not to show up. This included the person who was supposed to sit next to me. BONUS SPACE. Stretched out like a motherfucker, yes I did.

I had my first coffee of the night and munched on some popcorn. A fine start.

Film two. 12.30am, Starship Troopers.
Film two. 12.30am, Starship Troopers.

Starship Troopers (otherwise known as ‘Douchebags in Space’) unfortunately did not have a Batdance equivalent. This was a shame. However, the film is absolutely brilliant and the special effects hold up surprisingly well considering the general quality of CGI in 1997. It’s also really funny. Really, really funny. They sucked his brain out!

Please watch this film. If you have already seen it, just watch it again. You deserve it.

I snacked on a nice mixture of nuts and raisins and drank most of my flask of coffee. 😦

Film three. 3.20am. Mallrats,
Film three. 3.20am. Mallrats,

Mallrats is a Kevin Smith film starring the usual lot – Jason Lee, Ben Affleck, blah blah blah. These all-nighters are great for Kevin Smith fans, which I probably am. This is the internet so you probably are one as well.

I also had the good fortune to meet Holly beforehand and we took our first Progress Selfie.

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It went well.

The film was great but I finished my flask of coffee. Mega lame.

Film four. 5.30am. Monster Squad.
Film four. 5.30am. Monster Squad.

Monster Squad is a film from the 1980s with monsters in it. I really don’t remember it very well. I wish I did but I don’t. Sorry.

About halfway through I took a tactical powernap in the toilet cubicle, a technique I perfected while at college. I also had another coffee and some of a strawberry flavoured candy cane.

Having a very good time.
Here’s what tired looks like.

There was a MASSIVE BREAK between Monster Squad and my next film, so I popped outside for some fresh air. It was scary and I didn’t like it one bit.

Film five. 8am. The Breakfast Club.
Film five. 8am. The Breakfast Club.

Eight in the buggering morning. Fortunately, I seemed to have had a Second Wind and was fine for The Breakfast Club. Sort of. I sat riiiiiiight at the front and sprawled out, my jacket over me like a blanket. I’d never seen this film before and I was surprised that it was a lot better than I’d been made to believe. Great premise, great acting, great movie. That’s how it should work.

Here’s where that sort of being fine comes in. I had a bit of a sob towards the end butI’m not sure if it was because I was incredibly tired or if the film is actually just really sad. I’m not ashamed to say that, if not for the British need to save face in public, I would have been bawling like a baby for the last twenty minutes. I settled for a quiet weep instead.

Me.
Me.

Also, here’s our 8am Progress Selfie:

Is it a shit picture, or is it art? Answers on the back of a Turner Prize.
Is it a shit picture, or is it art? Answers on the back of a Turner Prize.

Holly had understandably gone for her 90 minute bus ride home rather than waiting about in the cold for half an hour before I came out, so I got on with my next mission.

Breakfast.

I saw a lot of the night before as I strolled wide-eyed down the street, doing my best to look normal. Here’s something that definitely wasn’t normal:

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I think it’s a penguin.

Weird. Anyway, I had more important things on my mind. Namely, bacon.

I groped my way to my most favourite restaurant, Stateside, and ordered myself some French toast (with bacon) and some coffee. Take note here, because I got two huge slices of awesome French toast, two bits of good bacon and two cups of damn fine coffee for £4.65. That’s a fucking great bargain and you should go there all the time. I recommend the onion rings.

(I’m going to say right now that they’re not paying me a thing, I’m just really passionate about good food for cheap.)

I got back home and crawled into bed. I’ve never loved my bed so much.

Until next time, Tyneside Cinema.
Until next time, Tyneside Cinema.
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