Photo by Gerry Brakus Every now and then an enterprising editor will put a journalist on assignment out of their comfort zone. What if the mild-mannered culture critic were to turn their lexicographical microscope on to a fraught and febrile inner-city protest? Or perhaps something new might bloom if the cynical Westminster sleuth tested themselves in a foreign warzone. Flak jacket ahoy, and all that. Apply a niche skillset to a different set of problems, and maybe the peril and the stress will inspire a fresh perceptive, a new insight – access to something higher. Anyway, this week Silver Spoon is off to da movies! “Journalism fucking matters,” one character protests at the beginning of The Devil Wears Prada 2 . “Hell yeah!” I think as I sit alone in screen one at the Everyman in Belsize Park at 2pm on a weekday. I am here to inspect the spate of “luxury” cinema chains slowly colonising this island. Goodbye sticky carpets, pungent and artificially buttered popcorn, flip-up seats and lurid orange cheese.…