I saw 3:10 to Yuma at the National in 2007 after not having been there for maybe 30 years. It all came back to me as soon as I stepped inside: the lamps on end tables, the overstuffed chairs in the lobby, the carpet, the smell of popcorn, even the walk up the stairs to the auditorium, which always felt like walking up to heaven. So many great memories of going to the National when I was a teen, especially my friend and I turning cartwheels at the front of the theatre.
I saw 3:10 to Yuma at the National in 2007 after not having been there for maybe 30 years. It all came back to me as soon as I stepped inside: the lamps on end tables, the overstuffed chairs in the lobby, the carpet, the smell of popcorn, even the walk up the stairs to the auditorium, which always felt like walking up to heaven. So many great memories of going to the National when I was a teen, especially my friend and I turning cartwheels at the front of the theatre.