Viewing Ceremony of Goya returned to my mind the smell of air freshener cinemas, when smoking in the buffet, there was continuous session and film break in the middle had to change the roll. The film was a noisy and smelly shelter, display a magical window into worlds unexplored and animated fantasy films fiction novels aftertaste left in memory. The wonderland.
were many cinemas in Gijón. On the Champs Elysees not got to know, but regular visitor to the Goya, María Cristina, Robledo, the Avenue, the FAC, Hernan Cortes, Arango, Albeniz ... On Saturday afternoon, my father took me to the movies, not one, if not three, one per session, if well understood, did not see a movie, but three, at 5, at 7 and 9 . In each, took out two seats and sat beside him in the hallway and next chair, designed after my father disappeared NODE ("Do not move, I return before the end") and I was separated from the next viewer line for a seat empty. He was a friend of all the ushers and spent the afternoon with them in the bar when the bars served COPAZ of brandy, Cokes were thick glass bottle with the logo painted in white and popcorn had not yet owned place. I understand that the film used as a nursery and will never be grateful enough. Those movie nights and loneliness, gasp, ojiplática, motionless, in front of the screen, is one of the best memories I have of childhood. The world and me. So many worlds to discover, by brand! Many emotions, how exciting!
Then come the teen years, the sitting at the door Brisamar the arthouse cinema in Cimavilla to let us pass, which depended on the goalkeeper. Prohibited flavored films used to close the final scene with applause and Prologue gatherings. The Hollywood was welcome por su novedad, un multicine con varias salas, sin saber que aquello era el principio del final. Casi a la par llegó el vídeo.
Ahora quedan el Yelmo Cineplex, los cines Centro y el Autocine. Y es difícil encontrar en alguno de las salas una película que no sea puramente comercial. Así que me pregunto si algún día veremos en Gijón “Pa negre” o si la tendremos que descargar. Que quieren que les diga, ni home cinema ni ná, para mí sigue siendo el cinema la home de los sueños. Lo malo es que, ahora, hasta los sueños siguen el pensamiento lineal y no hay alternativa, ni aunque medie un Goya. No se si Internet será la salvación del Cine, pero a los cines no saves and no god.
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