After receiving some fair and heartfelt protests that it is a bit 'that I do not write on the blog, I'm back here. Today I want to talk about accessibility, with emphasis on Cinema. A few years out the law that forced them to make all cinemas. As is natural in our country, this law has been interpreted to personal discretion by the various owners. The type should in theory be a: to enable disabled people to see the projection from the best perspective possible, and contact with coaches and spectators. In most cases this happens. The ideal location is in the middle of the last row of seats near normal. To be able to see the movie with friends with whom one has gone to the cinema together and enjoy a good view.
We come now to the various interpretations of the basic type, with lots of examples.
Type 1: the center of the front row.
few days ago I went, or rather I tried to go see the movie 'A quiet life' with my sister Valentina. Appointment to the movies 'Julius Caesar'. We approach the ticket counter. My sister asks two tickets stating that one is for a disabled person. The ticket printing inputs and says
"You know the one room?"
"In fact it is one made in steps. So it's not accessible "
" Of course that is accessible, easily fits the pram '
"Yes, but we must see the film in the front row, does not believe that at least inconvenient for a disabled person?"
"We sell the front rows."
Here we must be clear on three fundamental points: 1
- To see a film from the front row are forced to keep your neck bent backward in an unnatural position to procure the risk of another neck injury (as if it were not already enough).
2 - Of course the first file they sell. It is one thing to sit in the chair and put her head on the back, another is to bend your head back. Let me explain what happens if a technically, disabled or not, holds his head in this position for more than five minutes. Crush two arteries, so less blood flows to the brain and you simply fainted.
3 - Mettiamocelo that into your head once and for all: not just that the entry of a place is wide enough to allow access to a wheelchair to consider 'access'. It takes the right framework conditions within. Even the hallway of my sister's house is accessible, but then there are four flights of stairs with no lift!
Type 2: reserved seats in the upper right. Here we speak of the multiscreen
Viale Marconi. I went out with two friends, Julia and Ilda. If a company comes in, what will it mean if he wants to be with someone, share feelings, exchange ideas. Even more so if you go to the movies. In this room the last row there is a dividing wall. On the extreme right corner of the wall, there is a small balcony (single seat), coming out over the room. This is the ghetto reserved for the disabled. Indeed 'the disabled' because it comes only in a wheelchair. And if you put the extraordinary case, the disabled Two? They count to choose who sees the film? But you can always exchange some views on the wall next to you, and if you're thirsty you call your friends who took the phone to ring (the rest are at the cinema) and do not feel it. In short, a great location.
Type 3: room down.
This film 'Royal' in Trastevere. Here I must make a preliminary statement concerning my status as a quadriplegic. Not having the abdominal muscles, I have no control of the trunk. The room in question is down. And a slight difference, as one would think, but a nice downhill. If I raise obstacles to wheelchair confinement like a bullet. The room is very large and even the aisles between the seats then one, as regards the place is spoiled for choice. The problem is that I spend the entire duration of the film trying to hold me to not end up leaning forward with his face between his knees. In the end I feel like I've spent two hours in the gym, and I do not remember what movie I saw. Would not it be better to make the rooms a little uphill? We would all be more comfortable, with and without disabilities.
It takes time to say a few pounds more for uniform accessibility of all types according to the cinema? Evidently, especially in a country where civic education is an option that no one cares. The map
bathroom gave me my nurse is miraculously surviving. My bathroom is famous for its propensity for the extermination of all forms of plant life. Watch her blossom is one of those 'moments of happiness negligible' mentioned by Francis Small in his new book, which I invite you to buy. Has nothing to do with the post on accessibility film I know, but I wanted to share this little event. The blog is my right?
