Back in my childhood, movies were a big deal. Specifically, cowboy movies! John Wayne movies were never missed, but there were other stars admired by my parents, and when a new show arrived at the drive-in, we went.
I don't remember my dad ever darkening the door of the indoor theater, but at the drive-in, owned by his best friend, Dad could sit in the comfort (and privacy) of his own vehicle and we kids could fall asleep in our jammies. I can remember waiting for it to get dark enough for the show to start, and then watching cartoons, waiting for the previews to finish, and finally getting to the real thing. Did I ever make it through the whole movie? I have a dim memory of Gone With the Wind and the burning of Atlanta meshing with a dream, so I'm sure I slept through many an ending until I was older. (And let me assure you, it was a re-release of GWTW, not the original showing!)
So what has prompted these memories of old movies and the drive-in? A month or so ago, I happened upon a movie from those days being shown on AMC: The Big Country. Oh, I remember loving that show, and I could even remember watching it on the big screen of the drive-in. It starred Gregory Peck, Burl Ives (who won an Oscar for his role), Charlton Heston and Jean Simmons. What a cast! I'd tuned in too late to record it and we were leaving for the day shortly, so I wasn't able to watch much. I kept thinking about how much I wanted to see it again, so finally I ordered the DVD from Amazon.
Dan and I had a movie night soon after it arrived and it was every bit as excellent as I remembered. It's a long movie, almost two hours and forty-five minutes, but it doesn't seem long because the viewer is so drawn into the story and the characters. Ahh, they just don't make movies like they used to. ♥