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In place of the usual big bangs and anti-catholic burning of an anti-royalist effigy on Saturday night, some of the Fish crew saw the film Metropolis at the Michael Fowler Centre. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it, but it is the first time I’ve seen it that has really done it justice. The film has been restored, almost, to a state of perfection –…

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Like most patrons of the fantastic facility that is the Film Archive, I bear scars on my legs from the constant attack around the calves of the world’s most badly designed chairs (the un-finished ends of the angle-iron cross bars scratch stockings, rip jeans, and pierce bare skin). As I sit here with my leg quietly bleeding onto the carpet at Eye of the Fish world…