Movie watching... the old skool way

Rewatched Sergei Eisenstein's 1925 classic, Battleship Potemkin last night. This time round, instead of watching the Soviet silent film in a cramped classroom with popcorn being passed back and forth, I watched it in a concert hall with live music: Dmitri Shostakovich's symphonies 5, 10 and 11 played by the Hong Kong Philharmonic Orchestra. With heroic bits of brass and drums rolling, the experience was electrifying, to the point of being almost religious. * At the triumphant end of the film I was almost tempted to shout, "Workers of the world unite!"

Wonder if Stalin would turn in his grave if he knew the Communist films he commissioned would be viewed by "bourgeois" concert-goers in an age when consumerism dominates?

* Though my parents thought otherwise - saying that the film was super-Communist (it's a propaganda film to start with) - and sporadically dozed throughout the film.