Thursday, November 25, 2010

The Cineplex is Death


  While doing some online research for work today, I ran across a headline that made me first misty eyed and then frankly cynical.  The Neptune Theater in Seattle is about to show its last film.  This institution of the U-District is one of an increasingly diminishing number of single screen movie theaters in the country.  While in grad school, I actively chose this theater above all the many mega-theaters in the city because of its character and nostalgic beauty.  As the name implies, the decor has a heavy nautical influence combined with the obvious Greco-Roman influences.  It has a great balcony where you can prop up your feet and enjoy the show.  The marquee is lovely and the proprietors were terribly clever with the ways that they promoted the films being shown, as demonstrated in the photo above.  I haven't lived in Seattle for 10 years but the Neptune remains one of my favorite memories.  I saw the original Star Wars series on the big screen here for the second time around in 1997.  My only good impression of the Blair Witch Project was the great sound system in the theater that helped set the atmosphere for a film that ended up being appallingly bad by playing loads of creepy "woodlands at night" noises before the film began.  An era is ending on the corner of N. 45th Street in the Emerald City!
    I think it is a terrible cultural loss that so many of us now flock to see our films at the local cineplex with 25 screens going at once.  True, they have more in the way of amenities: snack bars that actually serve meals, IMAX, 3-D cinema, digital picture and sound, and the ability for everyone in the group to conceivably go to a different movie all at the same time.  I have enjoyed these benefits on numerous occasions.  There was a multi-screen theater just up the street from the Neptune that often caught my eye and my wallet because they had a great 24-hour Italian restaurant, Stella's Trattoria, attached to it.  It's hard to pass up a combination like that if you hit the theater during the dinner hour.  At the same time, I remember what it was like going to the movies as a child.  Growing up in a small Southern town, the single screen theater was truly the only option but going to the movies was also an Event.  You would wait eagerly each week to see what film was playing.  Again, since you had one screen as opposed to 25, you often had to wait to see that film you really, really wanted to see for a number of weeks.  Also, you had to hit the theater on the right weekend or you might lose out if the film was not held over beyond the initial weekend of release.  The theater I loved then was the Strand in Waynesville, NC.  It is also gone now, converted into a real estate office for the bottom feeders of Florida that come to summer in the "quaint little hamlet" of Waynesville.  I remember walking under the brightly lit marquee up to the ticket window with my parents.  With your freshly purchased ticket in hand, you were welcomed into the dimly lit interior.  You had to walk a short hallway to the actual theater, a hallway lined with track lighting and that other forgotten art form of the cinema, the promotional poster.  They have them at the modern cineplex but you don't see anyone really stopping to study them in anticipation of when "that one" was coming to your town.  The smell of popcorn flooded the entire building and immediately put you in the mood for watching a movie.  Finally, you ended up in the inner sanctum, complete with the folding seats and a huge screen that was often fronted by something that looked like a actual stage in a live theater.  That stage was used for many years by the community theater company after the demise of the Strand before the real estate vampires moved in.  You would sit there in the dimly lit room, awaiting the previews and opening credits.  The architecture and design were actually interesting and you had the time to study all the details.  Suddenly, the lights would dim to black and the screen would light up...and you would be taken away for a couple of hours.  That experience is still the reason that I can't stop watching Raiders of the Lost Ark, one of my earliest memories of that theater.  I won't say the decline of the single screen theater is solely responsible for Ben Affleck receiving an Oscar for screenwriting....but I might say it played a small part.  Lack of creativity in film making has a habit of generating a lack of decent films worth the cost of seeing them on the big screen.   
   These days, going to films is often about as momentous an occasion as going to the grocery store.  Everyone is in such a hurry that they don't stop to take in the atmosphere of the experience.  Families may arrive together but very often end up in completely different theaters, devoid of one another's company.  Gone is that sense of anticipation to see if "your film" was playing tonight.  Of course it is, along with 6 other features and you can likely see "your film" on at least 2 or 3 screens.  Don't get me wrong.  I do understand.  Netflix and Red Box are convenient and cheap.  Going to the movies  is now $9 a person rather than $9 for you and your parents and popcorn.  Box office sales are not what they used to be and very often the owners simply can't afford to bring in the films, keep the theater open, and maintain the facility.  This is especially true when they are competing with the giant mega theater down the street.  I would, however, encourage anyone reading this to take the opportunity if you get the chance and go to a single screen movie house and take in the full experience of going to the movies before they are all gone.  If you love film at all, it is an experience you won't soon forget.  Just like buying your food locally, if enough people would slow down and take those opportunities, we would not be losing so many of these lovely cultural cathedrals.  It may be too late for my beloved Neptune since I'm 3,000 miles away but it isn't too late for the Rockingham Theater just down the street.   

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

"But he's getting past 40, and all the seams are splitting..."

  Somehow, I'm only hours away from officially moving into midlife.  I've never been one to obsess over image or age but turning 40 still comes across as a big milestone.  Having back surgery over the summer has not helped this point as it has proven that age catches up to everyone, whether we pay attention or not.  I still firmly maintain that you are only as old as you allow yourself to feel. 
  My life has turned out quite differently than I initially expected but that has been my little bit of serendipity.  I do wish I could have finished my last degree and gotten that dream job of professor of medieval history but I'm still pretty happy with the hand I've been dealt.  My family is my life and they have been just as fulfilling as any tenure track position.  I still more or less work in library given my career in the book business and I have to say I love having a job that does not  mind my wearing purple All-Stars on a daily basis and does not require a tie.  It has also allowed me a great deal more creativity than academe would have.  Universities are awesome but the real world is nothing at which to scoff.  I also love that I've gotten past minding what other people might think of me, a feat that certainly took most of my 40 years. 
   I do regret some things.  I could have been a better friend to many people I've known over the years.  Some things I have had the opportunity to rectify.  Others will likely never be.  It is easy to second guess when you can look back on things after a number of years and the only productive thing to do with that knowledge is to go forward and learn from those past missteps. 
  I still would like to be more productive with my next 40 years.  I've never wanted to allow myself to fall into an eternal cycle of work, eat, sleep, repeat.  I don't think I'm doing that but it can happen all too easily.  I plan to keep doing what I do:  banging around on my Tele, dressing up for nerdy movie premieres, loving indie rock, reading 4 or 5 books at once, thinking about writing something meaningful someday, teaching Gospel Doctrine on Sundays, and doing my home teaching.  All this can coexist in the world of being a good dad, a loving husband, a faithful Priesthood holder, and a dependable employee.  Keeping these projects going should keep me from going into midlife crisis mode and buying some ridiculously overpriced convertible sports car.  If you're happy with your life, midlife simply finds you in the middle of something great with the second half yet to discover.  Besides, I'm not really "past 40" until next November and the gym is keeping my "seams for splitting".  So, enough with the intermission and let's move on to 41!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Begin the Begin

  This is my first attempt at blogging.  Hopefully, I won't regret getting into it!  Let's start with why I chose the title.  I'm a big fan of Blur and all things Britpop and I took the name of my blog from Blur's 1994 album, Parklife.  Generally, this record contains many vignettes of suburban life in Britain, both good and bad.  Given my own status living in the suburbia of the United States, with experiences both good and bad, the title just stuck in my head. 
   For today, I'm trying to come up with something each day this month for which I am thankful in honor of the almost forgotten holiday of Thanksgiving.  So far, I've done pretty well in remembering to ponder them as well as post them on my Facebook page.  I think it is a good practice to consider the things that mean the most to us daily.   It gives us some perspective on who we are and what is most important to us.  My list  so far focuses heavily on my family and my faith but I'm trying to include the more mundane simple pleasures of humanity alongside the more important, life changing events for which one expresses gratitude.   Do I think the world is a better place because dark chocolate, African violets, raspberries, the Fender Telecaster, the Marshall amp, Ernest Hemingway, and Seattle exist (or existed as the case may be)?  As a matter of fact, I do.  I'm thankful to Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ for blessing us with these simple things that frequently make my life more enjoyable and interesting. 
   It is unfortunate that so many of us simply take such blessings for granted in our daily life.  It is the habit of modern Americans to look after ourselves before looking out for someone else.  It tends to make us a bit self-centered and egotistical, like Donald Trump.  This equally makes us seem alive and yet somehow also dead, like Leonard Cohen.  As a consequence, we fail to express a proper degree of thanks for what we have in life or what we enjoy in life at various times.  It seems a shame to sell ourselves so short by having the arrogance to ignore the virtue of gratitude in our lives. The real trick for me in taking on this personal project will be to continue thinking in those terms after Thanksgiving has come and gone.