The Greatest Generations
My initial disappointment of missing The Charles’ run of Here, the latest digital experiment by Hollywood tinkerer par excellence Robert Zemeckis, was made up for by seeing it in what my friend (who hated the movie) described as a decidedly Zemeckis-ian environment: the kitschy capitalist strip mall Americana of White Marsh’s “Avenue.” The matinee was cheap, and we were 50 years junior to the next youngest person in the theater—one attendee’s surprisingly wet cough made it seem like it might be their last journey into Zemeckis’ strange mind.