Why movies?

with a iron fist my grandpa kenny made us love movies. my mom would tell me about when she was 7 how he had her stay up til midnight watching movies. he loved westerns the best. some sick part of being a full blooded indian and only seein yourself is to see you getting killed. that's a liberal simplification. the real story is just being in the west, he lived in tonapah, nevada, in giant old haunted hotel off hwy 70, in all sorts of motels along the california coast, and when my aunt, mom, and him were stuck in virginia city, you know what they did? they saw a movie, a real bad one too. the $18 ticket sucks real bad so i don't go that much. for me its just me, myself, and my firestick. i used to watch movies with aaron, maya, biles, and gabe but gabe is gone now so it's not really the same.