As a student the first film I went to see in the Filmhouse in Edinburgh was The Double Life of Veronique. I was clad in trenchcoat, and had been soaked in the usual Edinburgh evening rain. I’d never been in the Filmhouse before, arrived a little late, and was out of breath having ran across the Meadows to get to the cinema. Once there I had to find my way in to the screen. I followed the arrows from the foyer which directed me to a lift. As I travelled up a film of condensation formed on my glasses. The lift entrance was at the front of the cinema. The usher was at the rear of the cinema.
As the lift stopped I was aware of heavy breathing behind me on-screen – a sex scene at the start of the film. I stumbled out of the lift my long coat flapping, panting, with my glasses steamed up. Suddenly I was caught in torchlight – the glare through the droplets of steam on my glasses blinding me. I threw up my hands before falling over a step.
I did not go back to the Filmhouse for some months.