Born in 1962. Not a lot of money, so movie theaters weren’t a regular stop on the family train.
That said, a few things happened early on that I remember clearly.
We lived in Philly in an area called Mt. Airy. Close to Germantown and therefore close to what was at that time a revival house theater. VERY cheap tickets. The Bandbox was my first exposure to films such as “Duck Soup”, “Walkabout”, “Silent Running” and other second-run movies or older films. Mom was a pacifist and so did not take us to see action-oriented movies. Dad was on the road a lot so it was mostly my Mom and brother and I.
That said, here goes:
Walkabout. Pretty traumatizing when we saw it about a year after its release. Lyrical, cinematically stunning. It had a beautiful rhythm to it. Sounds, images, not a ton of dialogue. Ultimately sad. I never forgot it. Not sure Mom knew what we were all in for when we were taken, but we did not walk out. (Pun intended).
Song of the South. We were taken to see it in 1972. Disney re-released it for the 50th anniversary year of Disney Studios. Mom, a Quaker and immensely strong advocate of equality on all levels, took us to see it SO that we’d be horrified. I remember how entertaining AND disgusting it was. At age 10, I was disgusted because we were being taught that Slavery and the ongoing mistreatment of Africans on this continent was worthy of awareness. When I got to film school and started seeing other animated films with adult/ socially aware themes, I know I had this film in my back pocket. I went from 1981-1985. 16mm prints were unavailable. There were VHS copies to be seen, near as I remember. It was completely absent. We saw “Fritz The Cat” and “Yellow Submarine” and so on. But this? This was horrific to watch. Still would be, I suspect.
2001: A Space Odyssey. Fortunately for us, there was a movie theater less than 10 minutes from our house called The Cheltenham Theater. It was the ONLY theater in the greater Philadelphia area that saw the value to paying the considerable cost of installing the Cinerama curved screen necessary to show this film as intended. Most theaters showed it as a flat 35mm print. I was 6. My brother was 8 1/2. Dad’s entire professional world was writing science articles for the local newspaper. He spent half his time in Houston and half his time in Cocoa Beach, down the coast from the Cape. He knew this film would be well beyond us in some ways- and yet utterly accessible to us in other ways. Fair to say that my little mind was blown and it would be from 1968 till 1981 before I saw this film again on a screen. I was enthralled, I was filled with questions. I knew what “Star Trek” was but that existed on our t.v. sets, as did cheeseball sci-fi material from the 1950s. This was a game-changer in cinema. I remember so very little about it but I DO remember gasping at the million-year edit and thinking that the time-travel sequence near the end, the infamous slit-scan footage, was exciting and beautiful and made me feel like I was flying. In part this drove me to love of cinema and wanting to make movies. After 45 years as a working Cinematographer and Camera Operator, well…thanks Stanley.
Jason And The Argonauts and Creature From The Black Lagoon were both Bandbox Theater revivals. Mind-boggling to a small child. Skeletons with swords?? A huge lizard creature with the hots for a gal in a swimsuit? Utter fun. Also my first 3D movie experience.
Yellow Submarine. In revival a few years after general release, I probably saw it around the age of 8 or 9. Who knew from subversive social commentary OR drug references?? What grabbed me immediately was the Peter Max look of the thing. My Aunt and Uncle owned a Peter Max signed lithograph. That movie started and my little mind was blown by the identical looks. We had a radio, I recognized the music. Utter fun.
Bless The Beasts And Children. I think Mom knew enough about what was going to happen that she wanted us to see something with misfits, something about being mistreated and marginalized. A social commentary film. I never should have seen it at the age of 10 or 11 at the revival house. Pretty frightening movie, now that I think of it.
What are your childhood movie memories?