The only proper way to see The Wall is the way I saw it in Harvard Square five years ago: the smell of hashish drifting moodily through the theater, the guy in the front row on a bad trip yelling at the screen, and, after a short break allowing the purchase of more Milk Duds, immediately followed by the second part of the double feature: Talking Heads' Stop Making Sense. We stood on our seats, danced in the aisles, waved lighters for the encores, went home and got smashed, were surprised to find it was midday Tuesday when next we awoke. And fun was had by all.

-Jon Ferro

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