If you’re going to sit through a Will Ferrell comedy, you’ll need a comfy chair you can doze in. So how about the Monte Carlo Open Air Cinema. What you get is a choice of seats (sun lounger or armchair) and a wine waiter to bring a chilled bucket of champagne to your table. The programme features old cartoons instead of adverts, and the projection and sound are state-of-the-art. And here’s the kicker; it’s about a third of the price of my local Multiplex.
The last time I went, I found myself sitting next to the world’s oldest man, who was being tended by a pneumatic young woman I prefer to imagine was his young niece. She wore a hot pink toweling bikini and had a special seat for her teddy bear.
This piece is intended as a curtain-raiser to my next regular column on the site, about films, coming soon.