
This is the beloved Senator Theatre, on N. Charles St. in Baltimore. It is a single screen movie theatre, a Baltimore establishment, a symbol of pride, a tie to the past, and an outright institution.
In the lobby of the Senator you used to find photographs of other classic Baltimore movie houses. They were, of course, all movie houses of the past, with large single screens, ornate decorations, and an inordinate amount of seats. When I saw those pictures I always had two feelings. One feeling was a yearning to have been in those places in their prime. The other feeling was a realization: it brought joy to me because I remembered that, in being there at the Senator, I was in the same world that I was seeing in those photos. I was standing in a survivor and I was privileged to see movies the way that they should be seen. (well the way that most should be seen)
Last Sunday the Senator joined those other movie houses.
It’s not that there weren’t signs, but its still a bit hard to take. The Senator had been on the brink of receivership since before I had stepped foot inside it. The threat of the theatre closing was always there; in the news, on signs, and on the e-mail list. It was so present and so constant that I had just about assumed that this was the way things would always be. It may seem difficult to believe, but it is acutally surprising that it finally happened.
You can read all about the closing and its future on the Sun’s webpage, and you can to to the theatre’s website as well. so I won’t repeat anything. However, I will say a few more things.
The Senator had become the kind of place that celebrated movies. When there was a movie filmed in Maryland, it was shown first at the Senator. There would be spotlights and a huge crowd, and the stars of the movie would inevitably come to the premiere.
There are squares on the sidewalk that commemorate these moments. A sort of baltimore walk of fame. Perhaps I’ll post a picture of one of these tomorrow and will continue my rant then.