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| - "Vintage" is a nice way of describing this place. If by "vintage" you mean old, musty-smelling, and downright grimy, then yes. It is really, really vintage.
Movies at the B.C. always keep my on the edge of my seat, primarily because the seat is so uncomfortable that I suspect it was recycled from the tilt-a-whirl that was part of the rickety, held-together-with-spit-and-chewing-gum county fair I attended every summer as a kid, a seat that was invariably repaired with duct tape and invariably bruised my ass due to only a thin strip of vinyl between me and the rusted (squeaky) springs. However, like the tilt-a-whirl, I keep coming back for more.
I patronize this theatre because I am cheap and so is the Bloor Cinema. And somehow, it attracts good indie films, throwbacks, and festivals. I can seldom resist His Girl Friday on the big screen. Oh, and they let you bring in whatever food and drink you want.
Still, and maybe I'm too attached to cleanliness and comfort, but if this place wasn't within walking distance of my front door I wouldn't bother.
Now, if they started showing sing-along musicals I might change my tune.
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