At the Music Box

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2013-04-05 – I don’t go to movies much. As our boys were growing up, we only went to see kid movies. They don’t need us to take them anymore and haven’t for a few years. This year we decided we needed to go to movies ourselves. We’ve seen two so far this year. This is shaping up to be our biggest movie-going year in over 20 years.

I used to go to movies. I went to new releases and I went to see old ones. I often saw the old ones at a theater called the Music Box on Southport Avenue in Chicago. One time at the Music Box, during the coming attractions, there rose a buzz in the crowd. Roger Ebert had just arrived. I looked, but it was dark. Maybe I saw him and maybe I didn’t. But at least I sat across the room from him in that dark theater, and we watched the same old movie, a movie he had undoubtedly seen many times. At the time, movies were already available on video. He was at the Music Box for the big screen experience with a theater filled with moviegoers.

When the movie was over, we both left in the crowd. I didn’t see him. I don’t remember the name of the movie.

In the intervening years, in spite of the fact that I wasn’t going to the movies, I read his reviews of the big ones. I guess I wanted to know what I was missing – or not missing.

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