Before I was an owner of Wellington’s Paramount, I was a popcorn slave candy bar assistant working at one of the city’s finest arthouse theatres during the a golden age of independent cinema.
The day we found out how long Altman’s Short Cuts was – and that every shift would be an hour longer as a result – was a great day, let me assure you.
In the mid-90s…
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