They Show Movies, Don't They?
Let’s face it—with a few notable exceptions (Arclight, Grove, Bridge, Landmark), movie theaters in Los Angeles sort of suck. The seats are often stiff and cramped; the over-priced food is no great shakes; and every feature is front-loaded with a solid ten to fifteen minutes of commercials. And this is coming from someone who loves going to the movies! I wallow through this crap two or three times a week! There has to be a better way, right? Dear reader, of course there is.
The only problem is that you have to go to a cemetery. Granted, some folks aren’t too high on commiserating with the dead after dark, but having been there myself I can assure you that the Hollywood Forever Cemetery is relatively free of class-five full-roaming vapors. What’s more, you can bring your own pillows and blankets, your own food and alcohol and parking is free.
This weekend there’s a rare double-bill. Sunday night you can see Alejandro Jodorowsky’s long out-of-print and legendary avant-garde film, The Holy Mountain. Trying to explain the plot of this surreal film is sort of an exercise in metaphysical futility, so I’ll just rely on a famous Jodorowsky quote to let you know what you’re in for, “I ask of cinema what most North Americans ask of psychedelic drugs.”