Spellbinding. Enchanting. Magical. Travel on a magic carpet ride made of dreams as forged before our very eyes, through some 100 years, the sands of time and millions of petty thieves, cheap swindlers and half-assed scoundrels. Take a bite of the poison apple and taste the seeds of our very imaginations. Gaze into this crystal ball to envision what was still to come.To remind us of the everlasting sorcery of the silver screen from fully-formed inception, with a trail that still lingers today. See adventures, before we knew them to be adventures. Enjoy the immortal romance, the building blocks of the modern blockbuster paved while that still stood for something to sweep feet before they could think to stand. Witness entertainment that transcends, far beyond age or era or rules or so-called genre expectations.Cinematic alchemy, as found in the devilish charm of Douglas Fairbanks and that impish spring in his step that you can’t not root for (those rope swivels alone.) And Raoul Walsh’s godlike compositions, as if he came out of the womb primed and ready with a keen eye for visual splendour and spectacle. Watch it and believe; in awe. But first, surrender yourself to the power of the all-encompassing illusion. Of the silent, epic time machine from cogs to creation. In all its mighty, trailblazing glory.














