Manhattan (Woody Allen, 1979)
I'd never seen it in the theatre. On the big screen I really appreciated certain scenes a lot more. The opera scene was way more affecting. And the dramatic finish at the end when Isaac see's Mariel Hemmingway's reflection in her apartment window after the doorman takes her luggage. Or the scene in the planetarium, which is pretty iconic, looks pretty great blown up to cinema proportions.
Thinking about the act of seeing old movies in old movie houses (this is the first film I've even seen at The Revue Cinema on Roncessvalles). Modern megaplexes are an unspeakable horror, right? But lately there's something profoundly depressing about seeing movies the old fashioned way. The Bloor Cinema is gross. Really gross. The Toronto Underground Cinema is really crummy as well. And while nothing makes me sadder than to walk by a pawn jewler's or a discount computer hawking place with an old cinema marquee above it I can no longer ignore the faint whiff of death that hangs in the air in these old cinemas that are still struggling on. The missing ceiling tiles and the perma-stained seats are no longer quaint. They're starting to bum me out a bit.
Decay is charming and has character. But sometimes it gets to a point where the romance around old things and old ways of doing things crumbles under real deacay.
Thinking about the act of seeing old movies in old movie houses (this is the first film I've even seen at The Revue Cinema on Roncessvalles). Modern megaplexes are an unspeakable horror, right? But lately there's something profoundly depressing about seeing movies the old fashioned way. The Bloor Cinema is gross. Really gross. The Toronto Underground Cinema is really crummy as well. And while nothing makes me sadder than to walk by a pawn jewler's or a discount computer hawking place with an old cinema marquee above it I can no longer ignore the faint whiff of death that hangs in the air in these old cinemas that are still struggling on. The missing ceiling tiles and the perma-stained seats are no longer quaint. They're starting to bum me out a bit.
Decay is charming and has character. But sometimes it gets to a point where the romance around old things and old ways of doing things crumbles under real deacay.