I’m just gonna go off on a tangent here, but if you were looking for something meaningful, you're reading the wrong blog. I’m no Roger Ebert, but damn I love going to the movies. Other than the fact that the theater was the best place for making out in grade-school (where are they now? – Sheila, my first kiss), hitting up a flick in theaters is a quality experience, especially when you bring doggies. I go to movies when I really want to see a specific flick, when I have time, and when it’s convenient. Because I only have two roommates with cars, one of them doesn't let anyone drive it because it is his love, it is his passion (1:30), my movie theater game is subpar at school. The T can be a bit chafey, and sometimes the added time of the commute deters potential companions from going. I simply am not man enough to go to a movie theater alone. It’s possible that one day I will summon the fortitude to be that guy with a trench coat and a baseball cap pulled down over my eyes, sitting—no—lurching in the back corner of the movie theater alone, but, for better or for worse, that day has not yet arrived. So I am left begging for channel 48 to keep throwing out the gems that they have been in recent months. However, every time I walk through our little Times Square (Cleveland Circle), I cringe at the sight of the shut-down theater next to the Applebee’s.
If that theater isn’t going to resume business, why doesn’t BC buy it? Turn that warehouse into an off-campus O’Connell House of some sorts, except with less weird events and more bangers. Somehow alleviate the pain I feel from being deprived the pleasure of seeing movies before they hit DVD's. Sign me up for that shit.