December 23, 2011

Charles Coleman, the celluloid adventurist


Coleman, 47, is film programmer for Facets Multimedia.

One thing being lost is the art of conversation, of people seeing a movie and then actually having a good talk afterwards. — As told to J.R. Jones.

Man, does this put me in mind of my friend Charlie’s thoughts re: the “hidden cinema” he frequents in Buenos Aires.

comments

  1. Sheila Ryan on December 23rd, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    I love it that after viewing Miranda July’s The Future the Buenos Aires audience launched into a debate.

  2. Carole Corlew on December 24th, 2011 at 9:07 am

    Charlie’s thoughts sent me back, way back. My Aunt Audrey was a telephone operator in the sticks of Tennessee. We would visit relatives and I would get on the phone to act out, forgetting about Aunt Audrey or just being defiant. Until I heard a distinctive voice that I was sure was her say, “No playing on the telephone, Miss.”

    Mr. C. said that even earlier, all calls had to go through the operator. So if you were trying to reach them, the operator might say things like, “You won’t be able to talk to them until Tuesday. They’ve gone to the river to see Nam Becky,” or some such.

    I still am convinced telephone operators know everything.

  3. Sheila Ryan on December 24th, 2011 at 9:19 am

    “They’ve gone to the river to see Nam Becky.” I love that.

  4. Carole Corlew on December 24th, 2011 at 10:50 am

    River, pronounced “RE-ah-vah.”

  5. Sheila Ryan on December 24th, 2011 at 12:18 pm

    TAKE me to the RE-ah-vah.

  6. Erica Braverman on December 24th, 2011 at 2:25 pm