Free monthly film screenings · AI conversations
Kensington Central Library, London
— A brilliant friend who loves films and AI; show up hungry for both —
Once a month we take over a wood-panelled corner of Kensington Central Library, dim the lamps, and watch a film about intelligence — human, artificial, or somewhere wriggling in between. We pass popcorn. We argue politely. No one tries to sell you anything.
The screenings are curated for the 18-to-30 crowd: designers and doctorates, writers and weekend coders, people who read film criticism on the night bus. After the credits roll we run a forty-minute conversation with a guest — a researcher, an ethicist, an artist, a sceptic — and then we simply keep talking.
It’s free, it’s warm, it’s run under the Intelligent Internet flag. Bring a friend, a notebook, or a charming disagreement. Leave with three new ideas and at least one person whose name you’ll remember in the morning.
— Programmes printed in small runs, lovingly. Seats limited by the softness of the library’s lovely chairs. RSVP and we will hold one for you.
On consent, consciousness & the cage
A reclusive billionaire, a beautiful machine, and a young coder walk into a Turing Test. We debate what it means to pass — and who gets to judge.
Memory, labour & the synthetic soul
Rain, neon, and the slow, beautiful question of what a manufactured person is allowed to want. Post-film tea & a very long argument.
Intimacy at the speed of software
Theodore falls for an operating system. We ask whether attention itself is the love — and whether the model is allowed to leave.
— Future editions on Arrival, Ghost in the Shell, Annihilation and The Congress. Whispered rumours of a silent Metropolis + live score. Subscribe to the dispatch for the full bill.
The bill is printed here, in small ink. Pick your evening, reserve a seat. Popcorn, brewed tea, and clever company included — no fees, ever.
Doors at quarter-to-seven; lamps dim on the hour. We screen in 2K with decent sound and softer chairs than a cinema. Strangers become neighbours by the second reel.
Credits roll into a forty-minute conversation with a guest — a researcher, an artist, a sceptic. Afterwards we migrate to the foyer to keep on arguing, politely.
Admit one · No charge · Bring a friend
One carefully set note each month — the next film, the guest we’ve charmed into visiting, a book we loved, a question we can’t shake. No marketing. No trackers. No forwarding without cause.
