For some people, the return of Prick Up Your Ears to cinemas next week will be of little significance. But for me, this biopic about the short life of the playwright Joe Orton is the catalyst for a tidal wave of ambivalent memories associated with the film's original release. You see, I was there when it opened on May 7 1987. That carbuncular 15-year-old in the stupid hat, sitting in the front row at the Curzon West End cinema (known to you young whippersnappers as the Curzon Soho), feeling very pleased with himself for getting into an "18" film - reader, that was me.
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