When my sister and I were about 12 and 13, respectively, we were asking our dad to take us to a movie. Back in the Sixties, as in the Fifties, there were two options: The Heart Theater downtown and The Rustic Drive-in.
So, we packed up the station wagon~taking along the cooler filled with pop aka soft drinks (a rare treat for us) and a grocery sack filled with home-popped popcorn. At the drive-in, the films were "The Night of the Grizzly" and one I don't recall. Well, Mom, my sister and I started fussing because, to us, it didn't sound like a very interesting lineup. I have a feeling that there must have been what we thought would be a more-interesting movie at The Heart.
WOW! I'm so happy that we didn't make him change his mind! We loved this film! It would be many years before we saw it again, sometime in the late Seventies on one of the many channels that had sprung up. Sadly, my father had died just after his 47th birthday several years earlier. Film buff that he was, he would have been delighted to revisit a movie we had talked about for years.
My mother and I just finished watching it again~complete and letterboxed. What a wonderful movie it is! We actually echo lines during it or even say them beforehand. I have to note that my mother is NOT a movie fan, but she'll watch this at any time.
(W)hat are we without our dreams?
Making sure our fantasies
Do not overpower our realities. ~ RC
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