It was bound to die, because, with the advent of the comfy Robinsons cinemas, nobody was happy with it anymore, except, of course, the huge, cat-like rats that have long infested it. I already abhorred it long before Robinsons came, the facilities were poor and the movies came as fast as justice is delivered in Philippine courts. It just had to go.
But when Isabel did bow out, I was saddened. I began to realize how much memories are housed in that structure. There is where daddy brought the kiddy me to watch English action movies which he patiently translated so I could understand. There is where I had my first movie date as a teener. There is where my mom and her kumare shed many a tears watching the movies of Vilma, Nora, and Sharon. And there is where my late Tiya Carling, an old maid who loved going to the movies, frequently went to before the advent of cable television.
Saddened is an understatement.