Quite why anyone goes to the cinema is beyond us. It’s a stupid place to go to. They play rubbish music in the foyer and they always smell like a mixture of detergent and ageing offal rotating in hotdogs that have developed a thin film of grease and bluebottle droppings.
Yet still, people the world over appear in their droves to cackle about the imagined ‘cinema experience.’
And this weekend, royally kicking the arse of everything else was a computer game played out on the silver screen as Resident Evil: Afterlife showed the makers of the terrible Street Fighter movie how it really should be done.