It was at this particular theater that my love of the movies was permanently set in stone. Not only was it the closest of the art deco movie palaces in the vicinity, and the location for many of the dates in my youth, but I would later return to this same theater as an employee. I would do a stint as a projectionist during my concluding days of college.
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. I’d like to thank my film noir/western blogging colleague Colin of Riding the High Country once more for triggering this remembrance. If it wasn’t for his stellar review of a truly under appreciated film, this all could have gone by the wayside, I fear. From his article:
“Elegiac is a word that has been used more than a few times to describe westerns that began to appear in the 1960s and particularly in the 1970s. While many movies tagged with this term do have a certain sorrowful quality to them, I can’t help feeling that it’s been overused at times. On the other hand, there are occasions where this description is highly appropriate, Monte Walsh (1970) being one of them.”
It Rains... You Get Wet 