Some Loft Cinema memories: All the not rated foreign films they let us high schoolers into in the eighties when the teeny tiny theater was in a room of that old church above the bike shop on Sixth Street. Sneaking Taco Salad into Taxi Zum Klo, and thinking popcorn would have been a safer pairing. Rocky Horror Picture Show. Structurally unsound dancing in the aisles to Stop Making Sense. Dennis Hopper impersonations at the urinal after Blue Velvet. Almodóvar, Almodóvar, Almodóvar, Kubrick, and wtf Jodorowsky. And so on.