This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. I moved this memory download up specifically in response to an upcoming blog series, John Kenneth Muir’s The Cameron Curriculum. As well, this month marks the 25th anniversary of the extraordinary film in question. Beginning his week, the author and TV/film critic will review Cameron’s third major motion picture to open the series. He will endeavor to examine…
“…one Cameron film a week, until we’re done, or until the readers shout uncle.”
The Marina Del Rey Six:
July 19, 1986: My, times were a changin’. As much I enjoyed going to the grand movie palaces of my Los Angeles hometown, sometimes convenience — and cool beachside weather — came into play. Still, heading out to the Marina Del Rey area of L.A. County wasn’t bad, even if this theatre did epitomize the newer, blander movie experiences ahead for local ticket patrons. Still, there were some good memories here.
My long-time, and soon-to-be ex-, girlfriend, the same one who attended Alien with me some years before, came along for one of our fewer and fewer movie dates together.
Whatever Spidey-sense I have, it’d go off during those nights when she didn’t return till almost dawn. Oh, well.
Perhaps, that should have been the telltale sign. The dwindling of shared movies. Well, that and having her go out with her friends, most involving late Saturday nights. We’d had by this time been together 7 years. Though we weren’t married, we had lived together for much of that time. Hmm… Wasn’t there a movie about that? Y’know, suggesting that happiness in a relationship declined after around year seven. “Nah.”, I thought.
At least, we were headed out together for a good time at a Saturday matinee…cuz she may have been going out that evening…with her girlfriend, again.
Though the venue, the Marina Del Rey Six, did not engender anything close to memorable, James Cameron’s Aliens1 made up for it…in spades. The expectations on the Terminator director for delivering a sequel based upon Ridley Scott’s 1979 groundbreaking sci-fi horror film were extraordinarily high. But damn it, the enfant terrible director and cast delivered for all those in attendance at that afternoon showing!
Including that couple sitting together, who didn’t have much to talk about, of late.
- This was my initial exposure to the theatrical cut. I wouldn’t catch the even better Director’s Cut till 1988. Presented on the now abandoned technology that was Laserdisc, in fact. At a friend’s house in the Simi Valley…on a date with my future bride! ↩