Sublime

human tastemakers,

acerbically

We often build our senses of personal taste by saving pieces of culture: slowly building a collection of what matters to us, a monument to our preferences, like a bird constructing a nest.

Within a five-block radius of my apartment there are four first-run multiplexes and a dozen thirty-to-fifty-seat revival houses with rotating programs devoted to obscure and well-known actors, directors, and genres. These are the mom-and-pop theaters, willing to proceed with the two o’clock showing of The Honeymoon Killers even if I’m the only one