Cinema: A Religion of Film

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It wasn't the sort of place people usually see a movie in. No boorish Moorish architecture, no chewing gum under the seats. Instead, the hall was a deep blue nave, immensely high and still, looped gracefully with golden galleries. And the images on the screen were not the sort one sees at the average alhambra. No Tammy, no Debbie, no winning of the West. Instead, a bear roamed and roared in a Mexican mansion and a regiment of French actors fought the American Civil War and a samurai disemboweled himself right there...

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