
Gutsy little movie houses like The Clay Theater at 2261 Fillmore Street need more than a standing ovation. They need masses of fans adoring their every nuance, gesture, sigh. They deserve it because they’ve been around for so long. No one argues with Great Grandma Matilda when she’s had too many glasses of eggnog at Christmas. So why resist the wisdom of The Clay Theater.
She’s probably seen many many stories, too many to share now. But there is no doubt that she is grateful and honored to have housed so many moments close to the human heart. Why, she’s been a home to many teenagers searching for a dark corner to cuddle without shame. She’s certainly heard many a roaring laughter and equally puddles of tears. She’s definitely endured earthquakes and aftershocks with a palpable fear that this may be the very last time standing but then miraculously she’s still here.
To what do we owe in lieu of the American myth that bigger is better? Everything. Go see a film at The Clay Theater where life will feel different like an old-fashioned telephone booth. Take your kids and let them bask in the refinement of the way things used to be although sensibly that way is still very much loved and needed today.
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