BTS Army documentary coming to Vue cinemas in Glasgow
Tickets for the screenings are now on sale at www.myvue.com.
(Image: Supplied) The film highlights the global fan base that helped launch BTS to international stardom.
Jonathan Maxwell, general manager at Vue Glasgow St Enoch, said: "Without fail, our BTS screenings have captured the hearts of audiences, with thousands of fans up and down the country coming to Vue to celebrate the K-Pop mega-band.
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"This documentary will spin the camera, focusing on the amazing fan base that has made BTS the global sensation they are today – we can't wait to share it with our customers."
As well as showcasing dedicated fans, the documentary explores the intergenerational, culturally savvy, and socially active world of BTS Army fandom.
(Image: Supplied) The film spotlights their passion, including a dance instructor in Seoul who only teaches BTS choreography, and fans who have been supporting the band since 2013.
Fans attending the screenings will also have the chance to purchase themed reusable drinks cups and popcorn tins as limited edition merchandise.
This release comes as BTS announced their first new studio album and world tour since 2020.
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