Going to the theater as a child or teenager builds such vivid reminiscences. It’s like remembering where you were once you first heard a song. The odor of the popcorn and the upholstery in previous musky theaters is forever implanted in your mind. Growing up in central Texas, across the Waco space, I’ve seen plenty of changes to the theaters over the past 30 years. All the theaters I went to growing up at the moment are either fully demolished with none visible hint of them left, or they continue to be standing in much wanted restore.

One of one of the best occasions I’ve ever had at The Hollywood was watching my kid’s mind soften out of her ears whereas we watched the Star Wars Christmas Special. The first twenty minutes of non-subtitled Wookie dialogue is one of the best worst moments ever captured on film and had her …