Manchester = Cinema, Paris = Boredom

Belated epigraph to these posts, and continuing the slap at Truffaut:

‘Extensive drive around this morning: the central library (excellent), back to Hulme, with its isolated cinema, and magnificent burned-out church – housing estate – the hide and fat yard, floor covered in blood. Shelagh’s schools. End up outside Strangeways jail –grim and impressive. Everywhere we go one thinks – why has none of this been on film? Search for a restaurant in the evening, in the pouring rain. Then back to the City of the Future.’
Lindsay Anderson, Diaries, 7/9/65