This Must Be the Place
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in <strong>the</strong> darkness<br />
I<br />
find myself in solitude most days.<br />
Not alone, since <strong>the</strong> New York City<br />
cliché about never finding privacy<br />
in public spaces rings pretty true. But<br />
turned inward ra<strong>the</strong>r than outward, not<br />
seeking conversation or companionship,<br />
just existing by myself. Part of it is a<br />
reaction to being away from my home<br />
and <strong>the</strong>refore my friends and family; part<br />
of it is <strong>the</strong> desire to preserve some energy<br />
to make <strong>the</strong> city’s day-to-day demands<br />
less exhausting.<br />
Inevitably, my solitude drives<br />
me toward a movie <strong>the</strong>ater. I had only<br />
been in New York City for one full day<br />
before I went to <strong>the</strong> Alamo Drafthouse<br />
in downtown Brooklyn, where I caught<br />
a screening of Pretty in Pink. It was <strong>the</strong><br />
eve of my 20th birthday, and I knew I<br />
wouldn’t be celebrating it with anyone<br />
whom I cared deeply about, and I’d<br />
suddenly become overwhelmed with<br />
sadness and loneliness. So I went to <strong>the</strong><br />
movies.<br />
Movie <strong>the</strong>aters have always been<br />
deeply <strong>the</strong>rapeutic for me. It’s not about<br />
film as a medium, per se — that’s a<br />
different conversation altoge<strong>the</strong>r — but<br />
<strong>the</strong> establishments <strong>the</strong>mselves, <strong>the</strong> idea<br />
that whenever I walk into a cinema, I’m<br />
connecting to a cultural practice that’s<br />
been shared for well over 100 years. And,<br />
across different venues and cities, I can<br />
expect a relatively unvarying process and<br />
experience. It’s a way to immediately<br />
ground myself in <strong>the</strong> familiar no matter<br />
where I am.<br />
So I suppose it’s my version of going<br />
to church. I methodically pick a seat that<br />
centers me exactly within <strong>the</strong> auditorium,<br />
<strong>the</strong> best vantage point to view <strong>the</strong> screen.<br />
I tuck my phone away, because even if it<br />
turns out to be <strong>the</strong> worst movie I’ve ever<br />
seen, I would never text in a <strong>the</strong>ater. And<br />
when <strong>the</strong> lights veer into darkness and<br />
<strong>the</strong> projector’s bulb flicks on, catching<br />
dust in its beam of illumination, I fall<br />
silent, like a pastor has opened his Bible,<br />
and I hold my breath in anticipation of<br />
bearing witness to something beautiful<br />
and spiritual and godlike.<br />
Nothing holds more importance<br />
in a cinema than a film, certainly not <strong>the</strong><br />
patron nor his concerns or woes; quite<br />
literally, everything else surrenders to<br />
<strong>the</strong> shadows. In <strong>the</strong> darkness, film works<br />
its magic, and you begin to understand<br />
why Plato’s subjects stayed in <strong>the</strong> cave<br />
— although projections on a wall are<br />
supposed to be mere replications of<br />
reality, once you stumble out of <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>ater and into <strong>the</strong> light, you find that<br />
nothing is quite as in focus or immediate<br />
as <strong>the</strong> images you saw onscreen. And<br />
if you’re watching one of <strong>the</strong> greats —<br />
Kurosawa or Fellini or Hitchcock —<br />
<strong>the</strong> sheer detail of a film’s composition<br />
floors you, and you quickly realize that<br />
you never want to watch a movie on your<br />
iPhone again.<br />
It’s indisputable that <strong>the</strong><br />
technological era has given us every reason<br />
to avoid movie <strong>the</strong>aters, or perhaps even<br />
view <strong>the</strong>m as nearing obsoletion. Movies<br />
are no longer restricted to cinemas and<br />
televisions since <strong>the</strong> rise of <strong>the</strong> screen era,<br />
and some filmmakers don’t even shoot<br />
movies with big screens in mind anymore,<br />
given <strong>the</strong> understanding that <strong>the</strong>ir film<br />
will most likely be watched on a 13-inch<br />
laptop. And, sadly, we have less time in<br />
our day for indulging in movie <strong>the</strong>aters,<br />
with our bloated 40-hour work weeks and<br />
hourlong commutes, and phones are easy<br />
to pull out on <strong>the</strong> train or bus. Plus, I get<br />
it, movie <strong>the</strong>aters can be incredibly shitty.<br />
Old, torn fabric seats and overpriced<br />
popcorn, couples making out in <strong>the</strong> back<br />
row, someone chewing with <strong>the</strong>ir mouth<br />
open, sticky floors and loud whisperers —<br />
<strong>the</strong>y suck.<br />
And yet, we still flock to stadiums<br />
to watch football games and arenas to see<br />
bands perform, in spite of <strong>the</strong> fact that<br />
watching <strong>the</strong> game at home or streaming<br />
an album are far more economical,<br />
convenient, and superior in quality. Of<br />
course, we all know why we do those<br />
things — to experience what we love with<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r people who love it too, to view art<br />
in a communal setting, to feel a little less<br />
alone. (I’d also like to point out that all<br />
of <strong>the</strong>se places — stadiums, arenas, movie<br />
<strong>the</strong>aters — have been targeted by violent<br />
men with guns or bombs. Remaining in<br />
public is an act of resilience.)<br />
Perhaps most importantly, movie<br />
<strong>the</strong>aters are one of <strong>the</strong> only tangible<br />
things left we have with regard to movies.<br />
Film lost its body when celluloid was<br />
rejected for digital cameras, and DVDs<br />
are slowly slipping into extinction with<br />
<strong>the</strong> rise of online streaming. Cinemas<br />
are spaces in which film is treated as<br />
a medium deserving of full, undivided<br />
attention, where everyone collectively<br />
agrees to reserve two uninterrupted<br />
hours of <strong>the</strong>ir day to participate in a<br />
communal film-watching experience.<br />
And, most certainly, no one cares if<br />
you’re alone in a movie <strong>the</strong>ater, because<br />
when <strong>the</strong> lights dim and <strong>the</strong> projector<br />
flicks on, “me” and “you” fade into a<br />
movie and its audience, a pastor and his<br />
congregation, preaching its sermon to<br />
an enraptured crowd.<br />
LEFT: THE VIEW OF MANHATTAN FROM THE BROOKLYN HEIGHTS PROMENADE. OCTOBER 2018.