Between one thing and another, I never made it to the cinema in the Fall, and now that they’re shut again, it’s all I want to do. Cue Tom Keifer’s lyrics, “Don’t know what you’ve got (till it’s gone).” Daytime documentaries at the Ted Rogers Theatre are one of my great pleasures. When the theatres re-open next week –– let’s hope –– I’ll be there, popcorn in hand, watching whatever is playing. Some subjects interest me more than others. Art, fashion, Floridian octogenarians. At home, I watch a lot of drivel; sappy movies, re-runs of old sitcoms, Grey’s Anatomy and This is Us. It’s all very comforting in its predictability. So, when I go to the cinema, for 90 minutes or so, I want to be immersed in a world that I know little or nothing about. Eagle hunters in Mongolia; truffle hunters in Piedmont; people whose homes are smaller than a standard parking lot. There are never more than five or so people at the matinées, and the popcorn is better than anywhere else. And yes, I dress like Brigitte Bardot for the occasion.