Katrina W.
Yelp
In trying to write this review, I looked up the plot summary for The Rocky Horror Picture Show seeking some analogies, and I was all: Aliens? What?! I have no memory of that at all!
While I've visited the Clinton Street Theater many times over many years, paying real money to see real shows -- including The Rocky Horror Picture Show -- I still have a generally fuzzy sense about the place, and frankly, most of the movies I've seen here, too. It's like I'm under sedation.
Some of it is quite probably related to the troublesome sound system here, but whatever the reason, it leaves me feeling perpetually unqualified to review it.
I'm gonna try something. Let me know if you don't follow.
Say I'm Laura Ingalls Wilder and Clinton Street is Fox News. Stay with me. Although we align on ostensibly common themes **, we differ wildly in terms of aesthetics, execution and presentation. And quite possibly intent.
I love that it supports things I also want to support. And I want it to be there forever, gritty and cold and bare bones and all. If there's such a thing as a dive theater, this is it.
Like many of the friends whose small films I've seen here, Clinton Street and I are acquaintances, but I don't see us ever becoming tight. It's just not my lifestyle is all. But I still appreciate it, and dammit, Janet, I love that this place exists.
** Katrina/Clinton: jumps to the left, cult classics, elaborate costumes, hometown pride.
Laura/Fox+: prolific documentation, family values, work ethic, playground bullies.
+ Poor Laura, rolling in her grave right now.