
The steel city’s Showroom Cinema is located a short walk from Sheffield Rail Station and Sheffield Hallam University. The website boasts that it is one of the largest independent cinemas in Europe.
Festivals, Special Screenings & Events add to the rich cultural mix of the city and our Education activities engage learners of all ages. Showroom is also one of Sheffield’s most vibrant meeting places with a café/bar serving fresh food and refreshments daily as well as a free Wi-Fi service. We welcome you to join us.
They offer many different kinds of events to drawn in different clients; festivals, young cinema, world cinema, cult Tuesdays, ‘Early Doors’ and of course, kids screenings (“Kino Bambino!”). Unfortunately for me, the Kino Bambino! screening this week was the specific screening that I went to, so I was treated to a performance of The Artist along with 12 excitable babies with their mothers (and one elderly couple more interested in cooing at the babies than watching the film). I suppose I’ve only myself to blame but I don’t think the website advertised clearly enough that the Monday 11am screening was always the screening for the proud parents with 12-month-or-younger children and that they were not expected to leave the cinema if their child started to cry or babble.
It worked out quite well, I suppose, that the film I went to be happened to be a silent one harking back to the 1920s era so there was no dialogue to miss over the crying of one-year-olds.

Anyway, I have never been to the Showroom before and I have to say, it is not quite what I expected. The image that I had of the cinema from word-of-mouth, looking at the website and also from the exterior of the building was that it was an old style independent cinema complete with a lovely foyer entrance, theatre-like red curtains and a certain kind of grandeur about it, but this is not what I found when I went inside.
It isn’t that there is anything especially wrong with the way it looks or is designed, it is just very “functional,” as Stuart Hanson might put it*. The walls are a bland shade of white, the entranceway is a long white corridor with a window on one side and absolutely nothing on the other, and the entire interior has been renovated from anything it may have once been. I was also surprised to find that there was more than one screen; in fact there are six! As many as many modern multiplexes in a city centre might have.

Inside the screen itself, I was also fairly disappointed. And I don’t mean because of the crying children during the opening credits of the film.
I really did not feel any sense of occasion inside the cinema. The screen we were put in – bearing in mind that this is the first day of release of the film, and the first showing of the day – was tiny. The screen was smaller than a projection that some of my friends set up when we were in university halls. The scummy walls had paint chipping off them and and the headache-inducing lighting blared incessantly along the walls.
I had arrived quite early and so asked an usher if I could perhaps look into one of the larger screens. I shouldn’t have been, but was, surprised to find that the larger screen was much of the same; the wall that the image was being projected onto had so much space wasted underneath and around that a screen almost 50 percent bigger could fit into the space that was there. The chairs were an unusual shade of yellow and there was no curtain covering the screen; there were black blinds either side of a 4:3 frame that would presumably slide open for the picture to play on.

Returning to my small screen, the film began to play (no adverts, which some people might prefer but I think this is quite an important part of the cinematic experience because it eases you into the entertainment and certainly gets me interested in upcoming releases).
I don’t know if it was turned down because of the special children’s screening I had stumbled into, but the sound was much quieter than I would have expected which either indicated a conscious effort to stop babies being frightened by the scary orchestra that plays behind a silent film, or some kind of issue with their sound system. God knows I wouldn’t want a child to have to suffer a beautiful piano and violin waltz at any kind of normally acceptable audible level.
In any case, there was certainly no spectacle made of the film at Sheffield’s Showroom. As much as it is good to organise so many different kind of special screenings as the staff of the Showroom do, what good is it if the actual film exhibition feels to be an underwhelming experience?
Of course it’s not all bad; the tickets were a very reasonable £4 for students. That’s the cheapest I can remember for years.

9 January: 2/50 cinemas.
*Stuart Hanson is a film lecturer at De Montfort University and has authored a very interesting book as well as many articles for journals on film exhibition in the United Kingdom. I conducted a lengthy interview with him for my dissertation which was extremely helpful and he gave me a lot of topics to think about to expand my research. He talked about how modern cinemas – in particular multiplexes – are ‘functional’ in the same way that a McDonalds is functional; it is there to serve a purpose and that is to show you a film and maybe get you to buy some popcorn along the way.
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Tags: children's screening, Sheffield, Showroom, Stuart Hanson, The Artist