I
went to a drive-in movie recently. The last time I went to a drive-in movie
was, I think, in 1970, around 47 years ago. What a shame this delightful
experience is so little known today.
My
thanks and a nod of acknowledgement to the Mansfield Drive-In in Mansfield, Connecticut, where my twin
brother John and I relived the experience of our eight-year-old selves. Back in 1970, we saw a double feature of
Doris Day in With Six You Get Eggroll
(1968) and The Boatniks (1970), which
I mentioned in this previous
post about drive-in movies.
The
Mansfield Drive-In has three screens, with double features playing on
each. Our double feature was War for the Planet of the Apes (2017)
and Wonder Woman (2017). We didn’t finish the second movie as it was
getting into the wee hours and we had an hour drive home. By that time, I confess, I was a little weary
of violence and simplistic characters that would entertain a child or someone
with the mind of one. Not that I don’t
applaud Wonder Woman’s getting her due on the big screen—hurray for the girls—but
she’s still no match for Tracy Lord, Stella Dallas, Ilsa Lund, or Mildred
Pierce, if you get my drift. Margo
Channing would have chewed her up and spit her out. Heck, so would Birdie.
As
for the Apes, I noticed that though the makeup and CGI combined had made the
ape creatures incredibly realistic compared to the original series, the script
was much more inferior when it came to dialogue or any kind of message, or
indeed, any kind of point at all. There
was actually very little dialogue. The
new movie follows the ape leader Caesar on an act of revenge with no purpose. It is left to others with more sense to save the ape
colony. The original Planet of the Apes (1968) I had blogged
about last summer when it came to the big screen at the local cinema as part of
the Fathom Events partnership with Turner Classic Movies was not as
sophisticated technologically, to be sure, but it had a far more literate and
intelligent script. This is from my
blog post on that experience last year:
The other thing
that surprised me was how the themes in this much-parodied pop culture
movie-turned-“franchise” have remained relevant: the ape council’s rejection of
science because it threatens the power of a fundamentalist government, the
refusal to acknowledge truths that are not politically convenient, the cycle of
prejudice and subjugation. Rod Serling wrote the script based on Pierre
Boulle’s novel, and Serling's introspective and intellectual imprint is all
over this movie. There is a late 1960s feeling of the exhilaration of
rebellion, without all the tired dystopian bilge we are beaten over the head
with today.
When Charlton
Heston comes upon the half-buried Statue of Liberty and screams his last lines,
I’m sure all in the theater were quite familiar with the end of the movie, but
there was still an awed silence, then the audience erupted in applause.
I
am still tired of dystopian bilge. I
find its parallel with the current fascist regime in the White House and Congress to be
appalling, and yet is somehow something we have allowed to happen by our lack of meaningful
entertainment, our shallowness, and lack of a true spirit of adventure, despite
our ape leader trudging through the snow to kill his enemies, and despite
Wonder Woman leaving her island paradise to save mankind. As a society, we have gotten lazy and
stupid. Instead of taking charge and defining our era, we have sat back and allowed it to define us.
Hey, TCM, hey Fathom Events...what I'd love to see is some classic films on the drive-in screen. Can you do that?
Hey, TCM, hey Fathom Events...what I'd love to see is some classic films on the drive-in screen. Can you do that?
What
I found totally unexpected and quite charming in this drive-in movie experience was the pre-movie 1950s and 1960s
music on the FM frequency we were to hear the sound from – no more speakers on
your car door (we brought our own radio so as not to drain the car battery) –and
also the classic TV commercials that reminded us Boomers of the heyday when
drive-ins could be found pretty much anywhere.
There are no more drive-in theaters in my area – the closest are the one
in Mansfield, Connecticut, and another in New Hampshire—but back in the day
there was one in my town and several more within probably five miles. They are all shopping plazas now.
Next
on the screen, another totally unexpected delight, was the classic “Let’s all
go the lobby…” promo cartoon and the audience in their cars and lawn chairs erupted in cheers and applause. It was
not for the quality of the grainy 70-year-old cartoon urging us to go to the
refreshment stand “and have ourselves a treat” that they applauded. It was for the memory of simpler joys and
being too young then to really appreciate them.
I
did see a little girl in her jammies, and that was cute. I remembered those days, and having to be
carried into the house by my father when we got home because I had fallen
asleep in the back seat.
But
I also saw a grown woman in pajama bottoms.
Well, I’ve seen people wearing them at the post office, too, so I don’t
know if she expected to fall asleep or that was just what was in her closet.
Between
the two features, we got another ten-minute burst of a “Let’s all go to the
lobby….” adventure with the well-dressed, white, middle class American family
who ate refreshment stand goodies like goats eating the lawn, and large hot
dogs and cups of soda coming to life and dancing for us. It would have been surreal, except that it
was so comfortingly familiar and innocent.
It was the kind of stupidity that didn’t make one angry; it made one
smile.
Interesting
that nobody clapped for the science fiction characters who had adventures in
our place—not representing us but substituting for us; the audience applauded
the dancing popcorn cartons and the voracious cartoon family that could not get
enough treats.
Perhaps
more than the apes and humans seeking revenge on each other, I enjoyed the
black sky full of brilliant stars. The
Big Dipper hung just over the top of the screen. The summer night air was heavy with scents
from the woods nearby and freshly cut fields, and maybe bug spray.
We
left before we got too tired because if we had fallen asleep, nobody was going
to carry us into the house.
