No Movie Is Worth Dying For

I think I’m supposed to wax philosophical about the magic of the cinema experience. As a spiritual movie dork I’m probably supposed to compare it to church, saying that the communal experience hits something primal in us, brings us together in worshipful awe, opens us up to experiences that cannot be replicated at home, on a phone, even sitting in a car at a drive-in.

All of that is true – the cinema is one of the most transcendent experiences you can have. Sitting in the big, dark auditoriums of movie theaters I’ve been transformed and transported. I’ve felt the barriers of understanding melt away in waves of empathy and connection. I’ve been consumed by the light and the sound, and reborn in celluloid glory. 

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