Occasionally I have a dream about this theatre and it’s very 80’s design. The concession stand was all angles and recesses. Anyone remember the down-sloping exit pathway? The upstairs bathrooms? The back exit? Or the Roundtable Pizza next door?
There were many late nights at the AQuarius (AQ) where it would be just us both. I’d hang out in your halls, and race through the concession stand to talk to the audience, feel their warmth, share some good movie suggestions, then back upstairs to lower the lights, tun on the lamp, hit hit the sound and pull open the dowser. The shining highway of sights took us all away for a few hours and made us all forget what brought us in. The family that works there is suportive in the endeavor to take all my senses away. I hear them playing out in the lobby and it tells me I’m in a safe space. Decades of employees all behaving like family. And as family, each has earned the right to chip a corner of the stand to let the building know htey’ve been there. The lights come up a and we all file out through shifting patways and into th enight air. It’s brisk aeven in the Summer nd the worl tells us it’s back to business as usual.
Oh Guild. How do I love thee. You are quite simply my favorite theatre to see any movie that I know will mean something special to me. All Ambout My Mother, Huit Femmes, Enigma, Kolya, Gosford Park, Talk To Her, Billy’s Hollywood Screen Kiss, Wilde, A Prarie Home Companion. I can sit back and stare at your comfortable screens and stay warm in the Winter and cool in the Summer. Your staff treat me with a familiar manner that sometimes we fight, other times they alone are worth the price of admission. Your marquee glows pink against the El Camino back drop to let us all know to stop and say hi sometime.
Occasionally I have a dream about this theatre and it’s very 80’s design. The concession stand was all angles and recesses. Anyone remember the down-sloping exit pathway? The upstairs bathrooms? The back exit? Or the Roundtable Pizza next door?
There were many late nights at the AQuarius (AQ) where it would be just us both. I’d hang out in your halls, and race through the concession stand to talk to the audience, feel their warmth, share some good movie suggestions, then back upstairs to lower the lights, tun on the lamp, hit hit the sound and pull open the dowser. The shining highway of sights took us all away for a few hours and made us all forget what brought us in. The family that works there is suportive in the endeavor to take all my senses away. I hear them playing out in the lobby and it tells me I’m in a safe space. Decades of employees all behaving like family. And as family, each has earned the right to chip a corner of the stand to let the building know htey’ve been there. The lights come up a and we all file out through shifting patways and into th enight air. It’s brisk aeven in the Summer nd the worl tells us it’s back to business as usual.
Oh Guild. How do I love thee. You are quite simply my favorite theatre to see any movie that I know will mean something special to me. All Ambout My Mother, Huit Femmes, Enigma, Kolya, Gosford Park, Talk To Her, Billy’s Hollywood Screen Kiss, Wilde, A Prarie Home Companion. I can sit back and stare at your comfortable screens and stay warm in the Winter and cool in the Summer. Your staff treat me with a familiar manner that sometimes we fight, other times they alone are worth the price of admission. Your marquee glows pink against the El Camino back drop to let us all know to stop and say hi sometime.
I grew up near the Park Aire. Its closing date is closer to the mid-90’s.