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BREAKWELL AND PAUL HAMMOND
Subtitled A Compendium of Cinemagoing this book
was published by Serpent's Tail in 1990.
MONTY
Monty was always there! Saturday night for the Derby
cinemagoer in the '50's and '60's was never complete
without a disruptive foray from this legendary figure. I
sat in front of him during a showing of The Servant
(Losey's great masterpiece etc.etc.) when suddenly,
with encouragement from his many admirers, he stood
up, screamed, and yelled "Bollocks" into the
darkness. There was the clatter of official feet but, as
usual, the great man evaded capture. Leaping and
diving acroos the half-slumbering, kissing and
canoodling audience he reached the exit and made a
noisy departure.
It was said that he wore disguises to gain entrance to
cinemas. How else could he return after riding a bike
across the stage during Yield To The Night at the
Majestic? What chance of a welcome after removing
an attendant's flat peaked cap and hurling it at a
passing usherette at the Rex during the nudist classic
Isle Of Levant? Some said he was a boffin, a grammer
school boy with a Jekyll and Hyde personality. Who
knows? Monty , where are you now?
