May 11th, 2007

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The Roxy

I woke up the other day with the paralyzing realization that I had forgotten to see "Grindhouse" and might have missed my chance to see it on the big screen. Even though I go to the movies almost every week and I love Tarantino and Rodriguez! It's all because it came out during the film festival and I was too exhausted to see any outside films.

Now, there's only one theater left in town that's still playing it and it's the smallest, most uncomfortable theater around: The Roxy. I've never been to a porn theater, but I imagine they look and smell just like the Roxy. I actually saw something pornographic there once now that I think about it. It was a collection of erotic shorts made in the 20s and 30s (some of them quite shocking). I also saw some films by the Brothers Quay there for the first time ever. Back before they used human actors, when it was all stop motion animation.

That's actually a bit of a bizarre story because I was there with a girl (she was the Quay expert and I the one being indoctrinated), but just before the lights dimmed I became aware of someone's breathing somewhere behind me and I became convinced that I knew whose breathing it was. I swore it was the girlfriend that I had just broken up with like a month before. I knew I was probably just being mental, but I had to know for sure. So, I turned around and sure enough, there she was, eight rows back staring daggers at me and the girl sitting next to me. It was the damnedest thing.

Also, now that I think about it, the first girl I ever kissed (or was kissed by) was named Roxy. How weird.

So, I guess I'm going to see "Grindhouse" at the Roxy tomorrow.

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