Movies are enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for the movies.
Two years ago, I had the bright idea of introducing three friends from different parts of my life to each other. The thread that connected us all? We love movies.
For us, like they are to so many people, movies are modern-day magic tricks. In an age of science and reason, there’s something hopelessly romantic about watching a movie.
You see, each second of a movie is composed of twenty-four individual pictures. When you look at a single one of those pictures, you glance into the past, at a moment frozen in time, never to be replicated again. It is a memory. But when you flip on the projector or press play on your television, those pictures blur together. It creates the illusion of life.
Movies are living memories.
Those memories captured in celluloid by generations past shape our own. Like all good art, we become a product of those things which delight the senses and touch the heart. We become part of this grand and noble tradition.
Cinemantics was designed to be a place for movie-lovers to gather, talk, and engage with each other from across the river, across a few states, and across the country.
It’s a place for buddies (old and new) to talk about the movies that interest and confound them.
That’s it.
Nothing too flashy or complicated about it. It’s a place to celebrate the classics and occasionally signal boost the films that might have fallen through the cracks. Not only that, but it’s a place for respectful critiques and passionate disagreements.
Think of it this way: Have you ever been out to the movies and, as soon as the end credits roll and you step out into the night, you look at your pals and tell them exactly what you thought, no holds bar? And then you continue to talk about the picture all the way home? Have you ever gotten home from the theater and debated the merits of the 2021 remake of West Side Story for another two hours?
Yeah, we’re basically that.
We thought it would be a fun project — and it has been. And others have wanted to join. Over time, those four friends have been joined by other friends, family, and colleagues who all love movies just as much.
We don’t expect to be critics, nor do we want to be.
We sure as hell don’t want this to be viewed as some artform-saving work.
We’re just a bunch of friends who love the movies — everything from Auntie Mame to Bone Tomahawk and The Thing to Singin’ in the Rain —and we want to share that love and passion with y’all.
So, we hope you’ll tag along.
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See you at the movies!
— Tyler
