As a Brown student, I spent many hours procrastinating at the Avon. Films like BODY HEAT, GONE WITH THE WIND, and DIVA complemented my Semiotics curriculum with more mainstream fare. One of my favorite memories is bounding to the front row to dance under a giant David Byrne during STOP MAKING SENSE. My dream was always to win the lottery, buy the Avon and spend the rest of my life finding the perfect double feature to show.
I grew up in Concord in the 1970s when the Concord Theater was on the decline. Hence its contemporary nicknames “The Armpit” or “The Fine Arts.” One of the ladies mentioned above loomed in the front ticket booth and took your money. You then walked back a long tiled hallway to the popcorn stand (which always served stale popcorn). The seats were mostly broken, there were no lights to speak of in the auditorium, and the ladies who ran the place always seemed grumpy. It was sort of intimidating to my 10-year-old sensibilities but produced some very vivid memories.
As a Brown student, I spent many hours procrastinating at the Avon. Films like BODY HEAT, GONE WITH THE WIND, and DIVA complemented my Semiotics curriculum with more mainstream fare. One of my favorite memories is bounding to the front row to dance under a giant David Byrne during STOP MAKING SENSE. My dream was always to win the lottery, buy the Avon and spend the rest of my life finding the perfect double feature to show.
I grew up in Concord in the 1970s when the Concord Theater was on the decline. Hence its contemporary nicknames “The Armpit” or “The Fine Arts.” One of the ladies mentioned above loomed in the front ticket booth and took your money. You then walked back a long tiled hallway to the popcorn stand (which always served stale popcorn). The seats were mostly broken, there were no lights to speak of in the auditorium, and the ladies who ran the place always seemed grumpy. It was sort of intimidating to my 10-year-old sensibilities but produced some very vivid memories.