A few years back, my friend Raphaël and I hosted Sunday B-movie nights at our old hangout, Le Café Mamakin. We screened double features to near-empty rooms. Friends dropped by now and then, but most punters stayed glued to their drinks, oblivious to the cinematic gold playing next door.
I made a few posters to mark the madness. Here they are, for posterity.
I made a few posters to mark the madness. Here they are, for posterity.
