Being an old-fashioned cinema, there was an intermission half-way through. Most people went through to the foyer to buy drinks and confectionery. We remained in our seats, and watched as a red lacquer organ rose from beneath the stage, the organist playing a succession of old tunes (We’ll Gather Lilacs is the one that sticks in my mind). I thought at first this was a clichéd attempt to recapture the 1940s, but later realised it wasn’t a revival but a continuation of the way things have always been. As the recital ended and the organ began to sink down again the lights dimmed and a spotlight lit up a revolving mirror-ball suspended from the ceiling, causing specks of light to whirl around the auditorium. Everyone applauded.