Seeing movies at the Woodbine Centre holds a special place in my childhood. Most of which were seen with my father, who just passed away last month. Like so many
providers, my dad was a workaholic. The few times that my brother and I got to see my father usually involved a weekend movie at Woodbine's Cineplex Odeon. Back when
the the Woodbine was still a respectable mall to shop at.
It's funny how the mind tends to remember certain memories from a person's lifetime. For me, I can still remember the day Cineplex folded, and the Racetrack-inspired horse
murals were being painted. The walls of newly-opened Rainbow Cinemas and ceiling were covered with them, as was the bottom of the outside escalator that stood across
from Zellers. Recollections of how we used to get (and hate) haircuts after a movie at the lower-level Zellers barbershop. Not to mention, those cheesy, low-budget CG bumpers
that played before a movie started.
I still remember the space one. Throwing garbage in the correct clam shell garbage bins, not talking during a movie, and making sure to stock up on snacks at the concession
stand beforehand. If the intergalactic graphics don't ring a bell, perhaps the copyright-friendly piano instrumentals and powerpoint movie trivia spots might.
As much as I rolled my eyes at those segments as a kid, I miss them now.
In the years to follow, Rainbow Cinemas also bit the dust, and in it's place came Imagine Cinemas. By this point in time, dad was now retired, Zellers was long gone, and the
Woodbine had become a shadow of it's former self. In the process, dad and I started going to Imagine Cinema's Tuesday movie matinees. Besides the tickets being the cheapest
on Tuesdays, the mall was at it's deadest around lunch time. More often than not, we had the entire theatre to ourselves. As a result, Dad would often joke "looks like we got our
own private screening. We sure can pick 'em, can't we? Nobody else is here!"
Being exhausted, dad would often fall asleep in movies. Which, in itself, became a running gag. Jokingly, dad would rate the quality of a movie by how many times he fell asleep
in it. All you had to do was dim the lights, cut down on the action, and more often than not, you'd hear my pops snoring away.
One of the last movies I can recall seeing with my father was Rambo Last Blood. In actuality, the Woodbine opened with a Rambo film back in 1985 (Rambo First Blood - Part II).
In a way, we came full circle before Imagine Cinemas closed its doors during the pandemic.
My dad never had a lot of money, but the few moments he had to himself, he wanted to spend with my brother and I watching movies. It was a weekend outing we looked
forward TO, and a chance have a few laughs with our pops. Later in life, those screenings remained a way to catch up with my father. Even with the Woodbine constantly going
downhill, we never stopped going. With Cinestarz opening, I'm sure dad would have loved to have seen some movies there.