tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post7621218225978267899..comments2024-03-27T13:10:17.362-07:00Comments on The Luna Park Gazette: Now PlayingRob Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-1267164251756336492011-11-22T18:58:26.076-08:002011-11-22T18:58:26.076-08:00Hi, Jay. You're so right--it is both sad and ...Hi, Jay. You're so right--it is both sad and comforting that we sound like our parents. And good point about the 'fleapit' cinema. Sometimes our memories play tricks us and turn dumps into palaces.Rob Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-568802937042061132011-11-22T16:04:19.263-08:002011-11-22T16:04:19.263-08:00I would have been traumatised if I'd been daft...I would have been traumatised if I'd been daft enough to go and see the Exorcist! Luckily, I was sensible enough not to do it, so nobody had to carry me out of the theatre!<br /><br />"My parents used to tell us about buildings and businesses from their childhood that had been torn down or paved over, but I didn’t appreciate what they were talking about back then"<br /><br />This is so true. OH and I find ourselves talking sometimes just like our parents. 'Where's the supermarket gone?' and 'these houses weren't there when I was a kid!' It's sad, and at the same time kind of comforting that there is this continuity of thinking. <br /><br />But I have to say, I have little or no nostalgia for the 'fleapit' cinema in my old town. It was a terrible place! They can turn it into an estate agent and welcome - in fact they probably have.Jay at The Depp Effecthttp://www.thedeppeffect.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-64221478177631047542011-11-21T11:07:10.575-08:002011-11-21T11:07:10.575-08:00Yo, Ron, thanks so much. I used to hit a lot of th...Yo, Ron, thanks so much. I used to hit a lot of the old movie houses in Manhattan so I probably visited the one you're referring to (the Thalia?) We're losing those grand old places as we're losing people who appreciate good films. The good old days indeed! Take care, buddy!Rob Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-91827951209486302292011-11-21T10:06:24.010-08:002011-11-21T10:06:24.010-08:00Rob, what a freakin' BRILLIANT post!
So full ...Rob, what a freakin' BRILLIANT post!<br /><br />So full of wonderful nostalgia and wit!<br /><br />Loved this....<br /><br />"I felt like Jesus rousting the money-lenders out of the temple. A theater is a sacred place where dreams come to life, where magic becomes real. It’s not some soulless warehouse for peddling Cheerios and toilet paper."<br /><br />Bwhahahahahahahaha!<br /><br />And I so know what you mean....<br /><br />"When you’re a kid, there is no was; everything just is and you believe it will always be. Until the day it isn’t and then you're the one giving the nostalgia tours."<br /><br />You're right! When I still lived in NYC, there was a theater on the west side of Manhattan (I can't remember what it was called), but it used to be an old vaudevillian theater back in the days, which they turned into a movie theater. It still had the old theater seats, ceiling, and curtain. And it was a great place to view old Bette Davis film festivals because it made you feel like you were back there in time!<br /><br />In black and white!<br /><br />Ah....the good ol' days!<br /><br />Thanks for sharing, buddy!<br /><br />P.S. I felt the same way about The Exorcist as your mother did. I was traumatized!Ronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15977027331657615697noreply@blogger.com