My dearest Coolidge Corner Theater,
You're beautiful. I don't say that to many houses of entertainment, so you know I mean that when I say it. There aren't many business I ache to give money to, but you are one of them.
You also have an uncanny ability to depress the shit out of me. Melancholia? I'm really glad I saw it for free (after a $75 membership, sure), because it was a stunning movie that had me scared to sleep alone that night. The Oscar nominated documentary shorts wasn't exactly a great date either. You're lucky we needed something like that to ground us. Life has been a little tricky lately, but surely ours doesn't compare to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, misogynistic acid attacks, tsunamis, or the struggle for civil rights.
I don't know man, just keep surprising me.
Thanks.
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