An ode to Exeter Picturehouse

I first went to Exeter Picturehouse in the middle of 2000. I was a moody 17-year-old who had become partially fixated by Jeffrey Eugenides'┬áThe Virgin Suicides. I knew Sofia Coppola had made a movie of it and I was desperate to see it. But it was something of an 'indie' movie (I was by no … Continue reading An ode to Exeter Picturehouse