It's cuddle season, as things start to chill a bit and we pair off for the Winter as mother nature intended. So, as we tire of the political rhetoric or Madonna's divorce, why not go out for a bit and support our once forgotten indie movie houses. This institution the Red Vic, was where I once volunteered. After my eyes kinda popped out at age 18 over their plentiful condiment section, they offered me a gig. And as a teen, I smoked in the back garden discovering for the first time wild Jasmine growing all over the fences, learned how to project massive plates of film, and even did a little film programming. Come have a bowl of popcorn, in a wooden bowl, of course, sip on a grape soda, and get stoned for this masterpiece. "Film", indeed.
