DO THE RIGHT THING

So much of a film experience is the ‘where’ and the ‘why’ and the ‘with whom’ you are at the cinema.  On Tuesday I was under the old railway arches at Camden Town’s glossy, gentrified Curzon (where dialogue is muffled and your £18 glass of wine is shaken by the 19.27 to Richmond overhead and nobody seems to particularly mind, bafflingly) to partake of t…