Eli Saslow: AURORA, COLO. — The movie house is a mystical place, a secular shrine people visit to leave reality behind.
Not a place where a man has to pile on top of his wife of two weeks to shield her from flying shards of seat backs. Not a place where a man loses sight of his 4-month-old son and flees the room wondering if his family is dead on the floor.
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