On assignment for the veritable people of The Program, the hook up with two in tow proves to be an affair complicit with all manners of diversion. From solo to plus one, the addition of another makes for interesting theories in the act of sneaking through to media screenings. Names and publications come thick and fast, the existence of their names on the list not even part of the equation, less is more on shaky foundations.
Finding an Italian lost on his way around Moore Park, a slight detour forms around the complex of the Entertainment Quarter. Dead and desolate, hardly a souls exists beyond those behind the counters. Fifteen or twenty minutes later and the walk toward a grandstand over the other side of the fence first passes seeing a path only two hundred metres away from the start with a lost Italian.
Feeling for details despite the map and information on the face of a train ticket, the screening rooms are all locked. Pulling down is not the same as pulling out and the door, after a brief encounter with a projectionist, sees the inside and the front row of the theatrette.
The Hills Have Eyes is a kind of horror film with an inspirational undertone. In the face of adversity and battling a family of mutant freaks beset by radiation, love will never tear us apart. Unless the love is of a monster ripping people's limbs from their torsos.
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