By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

Alex Ross Perry

“I was in Los Angeles last October and somebody asked me if I knew about ‘this new theater in New York.’ They were talking about Metrograph, and I replied that I am there several times a week. “What kind of movies do they play?” I was asked. “Movies you want to see and movies you don’t yet know you want to see,” was my answer. Filmgoing is, like anything worthwhile and culturally enriching, perpetually threatened by whatever new noise comes along to drown it out. It’s not lost on me that the first things I saw at Metrograph were a handful of Frederick Wiseman films followed by a weekend of kung fu. What joy it was to familiarize myself with a new theater by rewatching documentary masterpieces I hadn’t seen for years, followed by Sammo Hung. Going to the movies, for a brief time before I righted my mind, felt like homework. This is the essence of cinephelia and I believe it is a dead end: one that will fail to inspire all but the most radical young movie lovers to devote their lives to watching, considering, writing about or making movies. Sadly, ‘movie lover’ or ‘film buff’ are pathetically dumb sounding terms, so those like me are left without demarcation.”
~ Alex Ross Perry

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