Wednesday, June 21, 2006

films in broady

We have lived in Broady two years now and other than friendly exchanges with most of the neighbours, we are not exactly part of any great social scene here. It's testament to my own narrow understanding of what makes a community prosper, that all I can really imagine is that it needs a cafe strip or something. I know this is ridiculous but it's the extent of my imagination on this kind of thing. No doubt in fact there are all kinds of social networks here we could potentially tap into and no doubt for that matter the biggest impediment to this is that we still see our social network as being the inner city because our dumb old friends have this banal attachment to those kinds of places.

One of the really crappy things about Broady is the crappy Hoyts. If it was just a Hoyts that would be OK but it's lowest common demoninator Hoyts. Showing this week for instance are: Cars, which, OK, I wouldn't mind seeing really, Click which I also wouldn't mind seeing - it sounds like The Fermata; Just My Luck, Stick It, Take the Lead and The Break Up, four films the titles of which mean nothing to me, Omen 666 for which all signs point to crap; The Da Vinci Code which doesn't interest me, Over the Hedge which actually looks pretty good, and The Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift and X-Men: the Last Stand, which I am probably not the demographic for. So you see the problem. When we want to see a film we end up going to the Nova, which I was whingeing about only a few days ago and which others have also found troublesome recently.

I suppose we should try the drive-in.

8 comments:

dfv said...

The whole no-social-scene-where-I-am thing is probably felt just as keenly anywhere else. If you're not a compulsive neighbourhood networker or if former band-going drinking comrades have all upped and taken on parenting duties, it's always going to be a hard come-down. We haven't moved in 15 years and have come to realise that if we wanted a social scene badly enough, we should have got off our arses and rallied the old troops a bit harder. So, we joined a book club instead, and although it's a little pathetic, it helps. You are probably investing more time in your online networking than in real-life (well, I seem to) and it's sort of a good alternative to a crap coffee at the Northland Food Court (shudder).

On the other hand, a well timed walk around to neighbours this evening, offering coffee and bagels at 5am in front of your TV tommorrow morning could win you many bonus points.

David Nichols said...

Yes, it didn't occur to me that my neighbours would be as much into Enjoying Everyday Life with Joyce Meyer as I am.

dfv said...

Part of the new regime I see. So it's motivation at 5, yoga at 6 and a good dose of housework at 7 then?

David Nichols said...

I have to do the housework before the motivation. Otherwise I can't find my motivation.

dfv said...

You win.

lucy tartan said...

dvf, I take umbrage at your dig at the Northland Food Court there. It is good. I eat there very often. At the moment it is being renovated. They are finally taking away the stagnant pool in the centre and, according to the architects' drawings, installing a 360 degree TV in its place.

Anonymous said...

Well, there's the Meadow Inn scene which I'm assuming is still kicking (headbutting, punching...) on. Thene there's the chroming-on-the-stairs-leading-to-the-bingo in the train staion complex scene - it's a thriving and fantastically colourful scene. You could always join in the Broady/Westmeadows affray-in-the-Mews scenes dotted around the various Broady region Mews - Tunbridge has long been my favourite. You don't know what you're missing out on.

David Nichols said...

As I think I have mentioned here previously, I have never seen any drug taking or related behaviour at Broady station. The weirdest thing I have ever seen at the station was the time I found $50 on the ground which various loiterers seeemed adamant not to see. Maybe I, too, am adamant not to see stuff, but the area has always seemed exceptionally mild compared to its rough and ready reputation.

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