This is truly an essay for people "Over 60 and Getting Younger." To qualify for reading this column, you have to remember the "good old days" of going to a movie house, seeing two films, two cartoons, possibly a newsreel (narrated by Lowell Thomas) and getting a dish to start your household tableware collection.
The darkened movie theater was a place of refuge during the 1930s Depression. My father told me he would go job-hunting and when unsuccessful he sought comfort in the anonymity of a cinema palace. He was not American-born, but he knew all the famous Hollywood folk, from Janet Gaynor, Greta Garbo, the Gish sisters to Douglas Fairbanks, Paul Muni and Edward G. Robinson. He knew them all.
In later years he would sit at the TV and view old movies with the bygone actors. In half Yiddish and half English he would report "Et ist Gestorben - He is dead;" "Sie ist nicht du, mehr - She is not here anymore!" It was as if he knew them personally.
Last Friday night, two couples, Lorraine and I and Marty and Maggie Silver started out to see The Boynton Beach Club at the Manhasset Theater on Plandome Road. First, we all had turkey burgers at an Irish Bar next to the theater.
At 7 p.m. we entered the show and it was very funny. It was a satire on life in Florida of the "Over 60" crowd.
When we got out, it was only 9 o'clock. Maggie saw that Woody Allen's Scoop started at 9:45 p.m.
Were we game to see another movie?
You bet we were!
We killed 45 minutes drinking lattes and eating muffins and donuts.
- Back to the theater!
- Another admission (senior citizens $13.90 for two)
- Find new seats!
- Watch another movie! Scoop.
My review - Bumbling, stuttering, nebbishy Woody Allen is too intelligent for that "old shtick." Find something new. Matchpoint, his previous movie, was great.
Well - it was not exactly like the RKO Chester or the Loew's Elsmere of the old Bronx, but it was a lot of fun and it has been a long time since I saw a double feature.