Cinema, mon amour exists because of Victor Purice, a cinema manager from a small Romanian city, whose resilience into keeping the venue alive during no-money times turns the man into local and later national legend. The film plays like a film school effort. The events chosen to be shown don’t necessarily provide for an exciting storytelling structure, nor the unrelenting handheld camera shakes ever tire, but all becomes secondary when faced with the simple fact. All it takes is one person.