I've once again been so lax in updating this blog that tonight I offer not ONE, not THREE, but TWO video clips for your viewing pleasure. Yes, you read that right- TWO video clips- just for you.
I know, I know- you’re thinking, “Wow, you didn’t need to do that! We completely understand that there is only so much time in the day for someone, such as yourself, who lives a busy and action packed lifestyle- of which we are greatly envious. And, by the way, we are undeserving of your thoughtfulness and attention.” Yes, I know. And yet... I keep writing.
Anyway, the first clip is from a movie called “Marooned”. The second clip is from the film, “Let it Be”. Again, you’re probably saying to yourself, “This makes no sense! Not only did one film come out 1969 and the other in 1970- but one film appeals to your youthful fascination with space while the other film appeals to your love of the Beatles. Those films have absolutely nothing in common!!!”
I’m sorry to inform you that you are once again wrong. Oh, you’re right about the release dates and you were right about your unworthiness mentioned in the paragraph above, so I’ll give you points for that (and thus allow you to keep on reading). But on the bigger issue that these films have nothing in common- you have completely and utterly failed.
You see, both of these films are ones that my big my sister, Karen, took me to see when they first came out. I don’t really know how you missed this connection.
The thing is, as far as I know (and Karen, if you ever read this, don’t ever tell me otherwise), unlike some other unnamed members of my family, who would only take me to a movie if Dad made them (Steve), Karen would do it on her own- and she never put up a stink about it, at least not in front of me (which was also unlike the aforementioned unnamed member of my family).
“Marooned” was seen at a theater in the neighboring town. It was a theater much like the one in my home town, except this one was showing “Marooned” and my hometown theater wasn’t. This was also the only movie I ever remember seeing at that place.
What made the movie special (other than it being about space, and seeing it with my big sister), was that we saw it at night. That was something that didn’t happen a whole lot of times, not at my age back then- and, by the way, that was also something that never happened with any other individual member of my family (ahem). Seeing a move at night, especially a space movie, made it even more awesome.
As I recall, we saw “Let it Be” in Boston. I could be wrong about this, but that’s highly unlikely. What I remember about it was that there was some sweaty old fat guy in a trench coat outside of the theater, trying to sell me scalped tickets- which was additionally weird because there was absolutely no crowd waiting to see this movie. I think this guy was stuck in 1964.
Anyway, while Karen was purchasing our tickets legally at the theater window, I stood there stammering and slowly reaching into my pocket for my candy money, while this guy held me in his Svengali-like grip. Karen came back with the tickets, told the guy, “Nope, not interested” and walked me away from him. I credit her with saving me my candy money and therefore, she bears some responsibility for the lousy condition of my teeth.
It’s funny, but in both of these cases, I don’t remember much about the movies themselves- just the experience of going. Now, for this one time only, I allow you to share in the experience(s), as well. Join me, if you must, for a stroll down Memory Lane- my Memory Lane, not yours.
You’re welcome.
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