As a child, going to the movies was always one of those special treats. My family was far from wealthy, so it was one of those things we'd do on a birthday, or during the school holidays, usually down at the Westfield Shoppingtown or Forest Hill Chase. There was something magical about the cinema - the vast array of promotional posters, the carpeted floors, and the ever-present smell of popcorn.
And then, in my mid-teens, there was the Valhalla Cinema, now (and, apparently, formerly) known as the Westgarth Cinema. (Yes, I know the Valhalla was also in Richmond, but that was before my time). My first visit to the Valhalla was to see Double-Take meets the Killer Bees. For those familiar with Hercules Returns, this was the team behind re-dubbing that film - except that they used to do it live in the cinema. And then I went to my very first 24-hour science fiction marathon, which was an experience in itself. Audience participation was allowed - encouraged even. I first entered the cinema, early into a screening of the original War of the Worlds, to find myself surrounded by paper plate "flying saucers" whizzing through the air. Finally, once I convinced my folks that I was going out with a responsible bunch of people, I started going to the monthly Blues Brothers show at the Valhalla Cinema. To describe these nights would take a long blog post in themselves, but they were a defining memory of my teenage years.
Melbourne has a wonderous tradition of cinemas. In my first year of university, I started going to double-features at the Astor Cinema, one of my favourite places in Melbourne. I also spend far too many hours at the Melbourne Film Festival, and despite having moved to Darwin, I've still managed to find an excuse to visit Melbourne these past two years, and fit in at least one screening into my schedule.
And then, last week, when I was in Melbourne, I found myself on Faraday Street, grabbing some lunch at Thresherman's, and I looked up at the Carlton Moviehouse.

It was around June 1999 when I went to my one and only screening at The Carlton Moviehouse with a girl that I was seeing at the time. They had announced that they were closing down, and so it was basically our last chance to go and see it. From memory, there was a choice between "Face/Off" and "There's Something about Mary". A sad way to see out a long-standing tradition of films. We saw the latter. Our relationship didn't last much longer than the moviehouse, which closed that same month.
Nowadays, I seem to have developed a penchant for outdoor cinemas. I've seen many a film at the Moonlight Cinema in the Royal Botanical Gardens in Melbourne, and I have yet to see anything at the Rooftop Cinema in the Melbourne CBD, having narrowly missed out during my last visit, but it will happen next time! And one of the bestest best things about Darwin is the Deckchair Cinema, which is exactly that. It's a cinema, out by the edge of Darwin Harbour, where you can see (mostly) arthouse films from April through to November, on relaxed balmy evenings with a cool sea breeze floating through (and a couple of glasses of wine).
It's my favourite thing about living in Darwin.









