January 18th, 2011
I used to watch movies in the theaters quite a bit when I was in high school and college. I loved sitting on the red velvet seats in a dark room that always smelled of popcorn—even when no one in the theater appeared to be eating it. There, with the lights dimmed and the sound blasting, I would be transported to new worlds, experiences other peoples’ stories, or watch things explode (I wasn’t picky about my movie choices,then, either). It was an experience—not just a movie—that I would share with a room full of strangers. We would laugh together, sometimes cry together, and hurl together (or was that the tag line for Wayne’s World? Schwing!). When the film was over, everyone would file out to the real world and step casually away from the few hours where they were captivated by a long strip of celluloid. Once the credits rolled, and the lights slowly faded up, we seemed all too ready to leave behind that shared sense of community we had for that brief time. These experiences—these almost magical moments—were what lead me to study film in college. And, ultimately, this is what led me to writing this blog.