Random memories attached to movie-going experiences.
- My friend wringing the daylights out of her eyeglass case while we watched The Cowboys (1972). (I still dislike Bruce Dern for the role he played.)
- Jaws (1975) came to a theater sixty miles from my theater-less town. I drove there with my car crammed full of friends. Safety in numbers. After the movie, the car wouldn't start. Lifting the hood, I leaned in to take a look. Suddenly I felt like my head was in the jaws of a shark and visualized rows of razor sharp teeth lining the hood. Freaked me out. I still cannot recall how I got the car started or how we got home.
- My husband and I went to Empire Strikes Back (1980). It was a gorgeous weekend in the Bay Area so we made an outing of it and shopped at some boutiques before getting in line. As we waited, and waited, we pulled out one of our purchases... a book of Garfield cartoons. We stood side-by-side, laughing, then finally sat on the curb to continue. As I started to turn a page a voice said, "Hold on, I'm not finished." We looked up to find others hovering overhead, also enjoying the book. Laughing with strangers while in line for a much anticipated movie. I love that memory.
- Nearly hurling my dinner of spicy Mongolian barbecue when we went to Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984).
- Looking at my kids with suspicion after seeing Back to the Future (1985). Were they from our future?
But looking way back to the past, I treasure this...
- When Follow Me, Boys! (1966) came out, we lived in a town with one theater, one screen. (Yeah. I'm that old.) The theater usually played a double feature, but when a movie was real good, they played it twice each night. I sat through the first showing with friends, then went to find my parents. Dad wanted to stay and watch it a second time. Hmm, go home, or stay? I chose to remain and sat next to daddy, nibbling on white peppermint lozenges pulled from his pocket.
I would love to read about your treasured movie-linked memories.