ADVERTISEMENT On an unassuming street in central London, a red-painted building peeks at passersby — its facade plastered with a close-up of The Man with the X-Ray Eyes . Inside, I’m watching Ruggero Deodato’s The Washing Machine , an Italian murder mystery involving psychosexual mind games, fridge fornication, and bleeding appliances. It’s the kind of filmic fever dream only The Nickel would dare to screen: a new micro cinema in London founded by filmmaker and programmer Dominic Hicks. Imbued