R418 I had many great experiences at the Brattle. It was the first place I saw All About Eve. I also loved going to Astaire/Rogers movies, and seeing how spellbound the audience was during the dance sequences. But three VERY special memories:
1. Freshman year at Emerson, 1989. I was in love with my straight roommate. Blond and blue surfer dudebro from Southern California, sexy iodine colored tan. I was from New Jersey, and his world seemed so foreign and exotic to me.
He didn't care about old movies, but I convinced him to go see the re-release of Gone with the Wind with me. As intermission drew near, I was panicked that he would want to go home. But, to my surprise, he was BEAMING. "This is great! I can't wait to see the second half!" He loved Rhett, found him so funny. Anyway, we got out of the theater about 1:20am. The Red Line had stopped running, it was lightly snowing, Harvard Square was empty, and a light blanket of snow was covering everything. And it was so quiet. Absolutely beautiful. We walked home, across the bridge over the Charles River, talking about how much we loved the movie and making jokes and laughing. We got home, made hot cocoa, and went to bed. I was trying to stifle the sound of me crying. "Dude, what's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing. It's just that tonight was so perfect." He got up, walked over to my bed, and patted my shoulder. "Yeah, it was John" and he went back to bed. He was basically telling me he knew what was going on with me, and it was ok. Just perfect. For 1988. In New Jersey, you kept that shit quiet.
2. I was a huge Beatles fan, and The Brattle had a double feature of a short Beatles doc by these guys called the Maysels Brothers, along with something I never heard of called Grey Gardens. The Beatles doc was pretty good, about they're arriving in NYC on Feb 7, 1964. But, I'd paid $4.50 for the ticket. I figured I should stay for Grey Gardens because a 25 min. short doc didn't really cut it for that price. About 10 minutes into Grey Gardens I WAS ENTHRALLED. And I wouldvremain so about the Beales to this very day. An unexpectedly wonderful Saturday afternoon.
3. I'd never seen Last Picture Show. Me and my friend Laura were in the first row of the balcony. Cloris Leachman's final scene yelling at Tim Bottoms just wrecked us both. We sat there in total silence for the whole closing credits. As soon as the house lights came up, we looked at each other and said, at the same time "her FACE!" To see the sheer pain and longing in Cloris Leachman's face at the end of LPS, on a big screen, first row balcony, is something I can NEVER forget. A perfect movie memory.
I miss you, Brattle Theater. I HAVE to go back before I die.