Secret Cinema presents BLADE RUNNER

Secret Cinema is a growing community of all who love cinema, experience and the unknown.

Secret audience. Secret locations. Secret worlds.

The time is now to change how we watch films.

Whisper only amongst yourselves. Tell no-one.

http://www.secretcinema.org/

Well, with over 60,000 Facebook fans, it's not really a secret anymore. Every couple of months, the guys behind Secret Cinema invite you to watch a movie, but they won't tell you what it's all about. They'll give you clues, like "wear goggles, bring an umbrella, beware of acid rain, we're going to another planet". Participants are asked to assemble at a certain area and they are lead to the secret venue where the movie will be shown.

When Secret Cinema screened BLADE RUNNER, they brought the movie-goers into a warehouse that resembled the neon-lit Chinatown in the movie, where they interacted with the Decard, Pris, Rachael, and Gaff.

During the classic scene where Roy Batty lamented about seeing the attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion, two actors repelled down the screen and re-enacted the scene live! Makes me wish I could've attended this secret screening.

Before the movie began, some people were scanned and tested to find out if they were replicants.

Subjecting the movie-goers a retinal scan and the Voight-Kampff test was the ingenious solution of the McCann London team on how to incorporate Microsoft's Windows 7 phone into event -- without doing the usual posters and banners that you see in movie events.

Would be great if we can do a similar type event in the Philippines.

More pictures at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/futurecinema/

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