Manhattan’s Film Night Rolls in SoHo

SoHo screened last night with Manhattan’s Film Night, framing NYC’s spring at a Spring Street loft. Curator Mia Chen rolled *Taxi Driver* as 200 watched, a $12 ticket dive into reels. It’s borough frames—pure SoHo vibe, screens hot. A kid gaped at cabs; a pro quoted Travis. ‘Manhattan films—this is it,’ Chen says, dimming lights. The room turned cinema.

The night’s fresh—April 3’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing seats by 7 p.m. Chen’s a LES cinephile; last night’s crowd hit max—projectors hummed. A latecomer nabbed a row; popcorn crunched—NYC grit glowed. Runs one night—stories ruled. #SoHoFilm trended; Brooklyn wants a reel.

Some griped—’Too dark,’ sniped a newbie, dodging grit. Sound buzzed—fixed quick; tales held. A rival’s pitching a Chelsea screen, splitting frames. Still, 300 stayed—reels reigned. SoHo’s never rolled so bold.

Chen’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a Q&A if spring bites. ‘NYC’s lens—this frames it,’ she says, packing reels. The night’s a Manhattan win—grit meets art. It’s a film rush; catch the next. Bring a seat—takes call.