When I was a kid growing up in Casablanca, one of the highlights of my life was going to a movie theater called “Le Cinema L’Arc,” not far from where we
When I was a kid growing up in Casablanca, one of the highlights of my life was going to a movie theater called “Le Cinema L’Arc,” not far from where we lived. My father would take my older brother and I to watch mostly cowboy and gladiator movies from America. It didn’t really matter which movie we watched. The experience of being in this huge dark space with a giant screen was both overwhelming and exhilarating, especially for two kids who had never seen a television. When a film would end, I remember asking my father, “Can we please stay and watch it again?” I had a similar feeling last night in Westlake Village. After eight months of a lockdown-induced movie-theater starvation diet, a friend offered to reacquaint me with my movie addiction.
