As anyone who has lived in a city knows: to survive is to constantly plan for escape. Whether it’s hopping boroughs, investing in $500 noise-canceling headphones, or crossing into (shudder) New Jersey to be reminded of what “freeway speed” feels like, people here love to escape their reality.
For me, this has meant hours logged basking under the glow of the silver screen. Sure, I’ve had to be more selective than usual, given that local theaters suffer from New York’s inescapable “luxury tax.” But still, for $12, other comparable entertainment options here become scant.
Nevertheless, I will soon be chronicling my time at the movies here, since it has become such a staple aspect of what it means to live in New York (go see almost any episode of Seinfeld to know what I mean). These reviews will be less sociocritical and more cinematically analytical, but I hope they’ll be as entertaining to read as the movies were to watch. Or, at the very least, more entertaining than last summer’s grueling 2.5-hour toy commercial (See? The reviews have started already!).
See you at the box office!
