kismet. there was nothing on TV at 2am EST and I wanted to watch something comfy, so I went thru my DVDs and found my copy of Rocky that I never watch. I’m yelling all the participation I can remember at the screen and started browsing BB–well whaddya know!
I’m not sure if it changed my life or not, but I am damn glad the owner of the Franklin Cinema was a rich weirdo who made it available for all the punks, nerds, weirdos, and freaks of the greater Nashville area back when I was a teen sneaking out every friday. It was definitely a positive influence. Yay rich weirdos!
[watching this on DVD with perfect picture and sound is a total mindfuck. it just ain’t Rocky if it ain’t a warbly, beat-down, decades-old 16mm print]
