Projections

You have to be a nut - a movie nut - to appreciate the business end of going to the pictures as much as Johnny Burnett does. Not since Cinema Paradiso has the projection room become such an object of affection.

This is not a billet-doux, because it's too short; it's a love note, set to music. Let's dance.

Keeping time to the rhythm of what might well be a waltz, the film flashes on and off, depicting the beautiful mysteries of Edinburgh's UGC projection suite, where stainless steel gleams like silver and reels of celluloid - is it still celluloid? - revolve silently on cake stands.

This is definitely art. Call it Still Life In Moving Pictures. With the simplicity of a child, Burnett has brought romance to the unsentimental practicalities of the workplace.

Will the projectionist please take a bow?