Every time you go to a midnight screening at the Coolidge Corner Theatre, a tall man with a big beard and lots of tattoos comes up to the front of the theater and tells a few anecdotes about the film you’re about to watch. This is Mark Anastasio; the man, the legend.
Boston is for lovers. Well, so is Paris. And all of Virginia. I don’t know – apparently people fall in love all over the place. I’m not convinced. Furthermore, they say summer is for lovers (or was it spring?), but does anyone actually want to touch another person right now? I digress – really, movies are for lovers and this is indisputable. Specifically, it’s time to find ways to force our prospects for love (or friends that cuddle) to accompany us to a place where we can sit in silence, not be hot, and pretend to be interacting. More
