The smell of sanitizer overpowers the popcorn aroma, with the concession stand now walled off by protective plexiglass and the spacious lobby eerily empty of all the benches where people used to wait for their shows to start seating. ![]() I’ve been there hundreds of times but I swear I’ve never seen the place so sparkling clean. Instead, I hung around the lobby for a few and chatted with my old friend Dave Bramante, who, with his brother Jim, has owned the West Newton Cinema for the past 42 of the theater’s 83 years in operation. I don’t feel comfortable doing so just yet. I miss it terribly.īut on Sunday, I didn’t end up going inside the auditorium at West Newton Cinema and watching a movie. Like most people, I’ve been streaming a ton of stuff during the pandemic, but home viewing is missing that sense of ceremony, not to mention the communal experience of gathering together with others to partake in a shared dream. It gets me out of my head and away from myself, transported by a giant screen and overwhelmed by surround sound, seeing the world through someone else’s eyes for a couple of hours and running a gamut of emotions in the company of friends and strangers. Going to the movies is my favorite thing to do in the world. But I’ve been going three or four times a week for the past couple of decades, even before it became my job. ![]() A lot of folks I know tend to only go once or twice a year. I understand that for normal people five months doesn’t constitute much of a break between visits to the cinema. ![]() This past Sunday afternoon, I did something I haven’t done in five months.
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