Friday Forgotten Film – The Uninvited (1944)
“That’s not because there are most ghosts here then other places, mind you. It’s just that people who live here about are strangely aware of them.…
“That’s not because there are most ghosts here then other places, mind you. It’s just that people who live here about are strangely aware of them.…
Writer Dennis Cozzalio, he of the wonderfully titled Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule site, is well-regarded for his in-depth knowledge and thoughtful essays he gladly shares…
It’s January, normally a cold and wet time for us in the southland, the opposite for those like the Scientist Gone Wordy who live in the southern hemisphere.…
The blogger otherwise known as the Scientist Gone Wordy and I will conclude the 2015 review season with today’s entry before taking a short break from this parallel post series of…
Can’t believe we’ve reached this point of the season so soon. The penultimate book and film review for 2015 in this duo post series of ours.…
As the dogs days of summer — at least for us in the northern hemisphere — paddle in from the season’s heat and humidity before autumn…
Death in the movies. Like Death and Taxes, there’s no avoiding it. I guess I’ve been thinking about this subject, subconsciously, since like…forever. I distinctly recall one weekend a few years ago that triggered this; brought it to the surface. After participating in a fairly regular event in the blogosphere, one I very much look forward to. Another of Dennis Cozzalio’s semi-regular movie quizzes, in fact; fun as they are.
Things move too fast these days, and I’m not saying that because I turned the big “6-0” this year. No, I say it because I notice…
Awhile back, reading Jane Mayer’s excellent non-fiction book of the U.S. reaction to 9/11, The Dark Side, it inspired a need to wax on two of my favorite films by…
John Kenneth Muir’s Reflections on Cult Movies and Classic TV: CULT TV-MOVIE REVIEW: Trilogy of Terror (1975). In the spirit of Halloween (arriving tomorrow) author John…
Because I’m lazy I wanted to have them all in one place, I’m pulling my earliest movie quiz posts from the old blog archive and placing them on…
Because I’m lazy I wanted to have them all in one place, I’m pulling my earliest movie quiz posts from the old blog archive and placing them…
Being a senior projectionist, at age 22 for the first half of 1977, no less, at the independent Huntington Park Warner Theatre (a place I had come to regularly since I was a kid), was a one-of-a-kind experience. I went from someone who knew next to nothing about the trade to someone who could at the very least get a movie projected — by hook or by crook.
I guess when you come down to it, this involvement of working as a projectionist from 1976 – 1977 at the Warner Huntington Park Theater was a unique one. It simultaneously fed me concession stand food & drink (though for years afterward, I couldn’t stand to drink Pepsi), pocket money, and experiences that couldn’t have come from anywhere else.
After being promoted by attrition to lead projectionist at the Huntington Park Warner Theater, following an all too short stint of a few months showing movies, I attempted to settle into a semblance of routine. The summer of 1976, though, threw that totally out of proportion with its arrival as I completed of my college spring semester. The result of which gave me more time to work.
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. I’ve neglected this series for other things of late.…
My Wednesdays were never, ever, the same from this moment forward. Primarily because, for those of us old enough to remember, that mid-point of the week was once the traditional day when movies opened, were released into theaters, back then. And preparing for the weekly changes was what I had to learn. It came with the new lead role I’d inherit.
Here, I head-counted a half-dozen patrons enjoying the movie as it drew down to the last of its scenes. I bounded upstairs in time to execute a proper changeover. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. All was well, yes? It was…until I went down again. As was my routine to see that no exit doors were left ajar, this occurred a mere 5 minutes later.
Because I’m lazy I wanted to have them all in one place, I’m pulling my earliest movie quiz posts from the old blog archive and placing them on…
Before I arrived, the owner realized the demographics of the area were changing during the 70s, and that more and more of his clientele were Latino patrons. He was also competing for their dollars with the two other movie theaters along the Pacific boulevard shopping strip: the California and the Park (the other, the Lyric Theatre, went after, ahem, a different market).