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Cabot Street Cinema

If you live around Boston, you’re probably like me and paying too much in rent to be able to afford a decent time machine.  Lucky for us, though, we can still live our dream of going to a 1920s picture show.  Say hello to the Cabot Street Cinema Theatre in Beverly, Massachusetts.  You’d have to pry this theater’s old school glamor out of its cold, arthritic hands, because not a lot has changed since its first show on December 8, 1920.

Sign at night

Cabot Street Cinema Theatre - The sign alone is worth the drive.

Last week, my darling accomplice S. and I went to see Pedro Almodóvar’s latest film, The Skin I Live In.  Upon our arrival at the theater, the oh-my-god-I’ve-traveled-back-in-time feeling set in immediately.  A doorman in a blue double breasted coat and matching fur hat welcomed us inside (he vaguely reminded me of these guys).  Nestled amid the lobby’s sea of plush red carpet, a live pianist played tunes I imagine my great-grandparents would recognize, and tuxedo clad ushers greeted us with smiles (yeah, try finding THAT at the multiplex!).  We bought popcorn and soda from the one-man concession stand and were shocked by the appropriately sized beverage containers… the small was actually kind of small.  Who knew that still happened?  The lobby is also a shrine to Le Grand David, a weekly production at the theater that’s recognized by the Guinness Book of World Records as the longest running magic show.  If I make it to Le Grand David, you can bet your ass I’ll update you here.

Okay, I should stop waxing on about the refreshments and magic show memorabilia, since we haven’t yet covered the majesty of this theater’s interior.  I’m talking about a grand old theater, with ornate carvings and bas relief, an expansive stage, heavy curtains, rich reds everywhere… there are parrots hand painted on the stall doors in the ladies room, THAT’S how fancy this place is (apparently I set the bar low).  The picture below doesn’t do it justice, but it will give you an idea.

interior

If you liked the sign, just wait 'til you see the interior.

You gotta have a sense of humor about the seats, as I fear they are too authentic for comfort, but the viewing experience more than makes up for it.  During every single preview, especially Lars von Trier’s Melancholia, I couldn’t help but whisper to S., “I want to see that!” and “I want to see that, too!”  Everything that flickers on that screen looks so damn amazing because of where you’re watching it.

Sadly, the crowds at the Cabot Street Cinema aren’t exactly overwhelming.  I hope they stay in business, though, because they offer something so unique.  For just $9, you can experience a real ’20s style movie house.  I intend to visit them more often, and urge you to as well.  Seriously, if you’re in New England, you owe yourself a trip to the Cabot Street Cinema Theatre.  Similarly, if you’re coming to visit me from an exotic Southern locale, WE ARE GOING HERE, NON-NEGOTIABLE.

I’m so excited about the theater that I almost forgot the movie.  The Skin I Live In, oh boy, where to start…Visually, it’s delectable, that’s to be expected from our man Pedro.  But the story, good lord!  Without giving anything away, I’ll just tell you that the pacing is erratic and there is too much creep and not nearly enough camp.  Multiple rape scenes aren’t really my cup of tea in the first place, and it doesn’t feel like there’s any redemption.  S. and I were so deeply disturbed afterwards that we cruised aimlessly for a while trying to forget how foul this film tasted.  A few hours later, S. had an epiphany that the story was in some ways a retelling of the Bible, and after THAT we were able to discuss the plot without wanting to retch, but no earlier.

You have been warned.

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2 responses to “Cabot Street Cinema

  1. youlikebrittany ⋅

    I can’t wait to go!

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