There is an indescribable feeling, hard to put into words.
It is triggered when you walk into a movie theater. You get a ticket at the box-office, where you open up the heavy doors into the mesmerizing room that will enchant and take you on a faraway journey or into a world of laughter, maybe into space or an animated paradise. The Mystic feeling of the thousands of movies that had played there, from black-and-white to the quality color screen sends a chill as the ghosts of cinematography’s past take their seats. When the projector shines its image the image never leaves. Though you may see that it is not there, you feel it. As the presentation starts, the excitement has your heart beating faster. And then you are no longer in a movie theater, but the world of the presentation being shown. You are no longer in a room but the deserts of Egypt, a pirate ship in the Caribbean, or a fierce battle for a mythical land. Your presentation ends, you are back in a theater, you walk out and you are in the land of reality, the feeling vanishes. Fantasy seemed like it was the reality, but alas money and work is. But it is there again for you next Saturday night.
The paragraph I wrote for my readers is just an eye-opener of my love and memories tempered by the history and the legendary-typed-quality. Just an ode to Crown Point’s very own theater, ”The Crown” Theater.
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