Wednesday, November 9, 2011


The start of 1978 was a lesson in the ways of love and the vicissitudes of life, not to mention the movie business. Speaking of the films the Flick played that year, they didn't quite start off with a bang. One of the first ones was Blue Collar, starring Richard Pryor. As best remembered it was about labor shenanigans in the auto industry with a shocking scene where one of the auto workers is purposely trapped inside an area spraying-painting cars and comes to a most horrible end.

Two other shows the Flick ran early that year were An Unmarried Woman with the late Jill Clayburgh throwing up when she finds her husband has cheated on her.  The Buddy Holly Story was notable for Gary Bussey's fine portrayal as well as being the movie drummer/actor Keith Moon saw the night he overdosed on pills. None of these films did much box-office and it was a lucky thing we had the kung-fu late shows running.

The so called sexual revolution was at it's pre-aids peak around this time and with a liberal-arts college in town any guy with  half a game plan often did very well in the love-life curriculum.  The legal drinking age was eighteen and several night clubs took advantage of this fact. Young folks just love to mingle, get tight, dance and sweat. At six feet and nice-looking I generally had a "date" once very few weeks or so but was often too inebriated to consummate anything. However, I did discover that no two women are built the same. The lovely forms that nature has bestowed on the fairer sex come in all shapes and sizes and are as unique as snowflakes falling on a beautiful winter's day. (Purple prose but true.)

Some of the night clubs had a sideline going in the back after hours. These poker or what-ever games, where big money was won or lost, often drew a crowd of spectators. You of course had to be approved (trusted) to view or sit-in. I never played,  only watched as at the tine I still had some sense. There were pay-offs to, let's just say the proper authorities; and only an occasional knife wound or game of bullet tag in the parking lots to spice thing up further. The meaty bouncers kept things in order on the inside. All in all, these night club owners made serious fortunes until at some point in the 1980's the drinking age was raised to 21. A couple of "mysterious" night clubbing fires quickly followed.

Damien the Omen part two was a well made and eerie flick with anyone getting in the way of the junior Anti-Christ being dispatched in unique and horrifying fashion.  Corvette Summer with Mark Hamil of Star Wars fame I'm sorry to say is totally forgotten in my memory. Either the third or fourth biggest grosser that year was a Burt Reynolds feature called Hooper about the lives of stuntmen.It's a singularly sad fact that around this time Reynolds was voted top money- making star by the "National Alliance of Theater Owners Association" but his career seemed to go down hill from there.
Farrah Fawcett, (the poster girl of every other young man's bedroom wall at the time) was in a re-release called  Myra Breckenridge; and she appeared in that film in little more than a cameo role.  In the movie she has a scene where she wears a not so see-through nightie.  The advertisements on the tube made it seem like, "come see Farrah in the nude!" and come they did; but generally for only half the running time and a bit upset when they came out.  Couldn't blame them; but we got took just as bad and had to deal with the fall-out.

If there was ever a son of a sleeper ticket seller, National Lampoon's Animal House was it.  This film is often considered the prototype "gross out movie" and it was the top box office film of the year at 121,000,000 dollars.  The Flick got it's fair share of that sweet pie in addition to the employees having the pleasure of watching John Belushi and all raise hell.  The show was seriously funny and the movie goers were delighted with it from beginning to end.  Before we get to the last box office winner of that year a couple of personal remembrances are in order.

During the showing of Animal House one night, there were as usual a good sized gang of Joel's buddy's hanging around the lobby after the last show had started. One of these guys was known by the name of Big Moe. He wasn't the brightest of fellows but what happened that evening was little short of moronic. I noticed a stranger dude eying all of us up and the next thing you know he's chatting with Moe; and then they suddenly disappear. A couple of hours later during the late shows, Moe comes a huffing into the lobby with quite a tale. The mustached stranger had talked the big boy into unloading his plane full of pot at the local airport into his van while he observed from a ways off.  When we asked Big Moe what the guy had given him for payment, the lug pulled out two skinny joints like a kid with a lollipop. He was very pleased with this reward and even offered to share one with everybody. The rest of us, as can be imagined, were dumbfounded to the point of falling over with laughter.

It was also around this time I began chauffeuring Pop T and Mr. B on the trips to their mini empire of drive- in movies.  They owned or were partnered up with maybe six or seven screens all around the state.  These two gentlemen were not only wonderful men, but also extremely interesting to hear talk.  In Mr. B's case he would often reminisce on the old days and about certain movie and  t.v. stars he knew or had meet.  One time he began to talk about an old Hollywood story he experienced as a young man just starting out in the business.  It seems a group of them visited a house of ill repute where all the girls resembled the then-1930's-current lady stars of the silver screen.  A Madam "Snares" had them pick a partner for the evening and then brought the ladies back in after the selections were made with bags over their heads.  With a chuckle, she then asked the boys to pick out the one they'd just picked.  Mr. B said not a one of them could, much to Madam Snares cackling delight!  Sometimes coming back we would all start singing old songs like, "My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean."  It was endearing and bonding.

The second biggest film the Flick showed that year was I believe also the last.  Every Which Way But Loose starring Clint Eastwood and an Orangutan named Clyde. Foul Play was possibly our third biggest grosser of the year and had that hilarious seduction scene with Dudley Moor and Goldie Hawn but came no where near the belly laughs this one had. Eastwood's interplay with Clyde and his crazy but lovable mom coupled with the motorcycle gang that couldn't ride straight trying to track Clint down was a joyous and delightful way to end 1978.  It had been a decent year, all thing considered.


  1. Two joints??? That's it?? He was willing to risk going to the joint over two joints?

    I'd never even seen a joint in my whole life until I was in my mid-20s. And, though weed-puffing has never been an interest for me, I'd STILL have demanded a wholeeee lot of moolah for helping unloaded a plane-full of the stuff, lol.

    I remember creepy little Damien, and I haven't liked that name since. I remember Animal House (barely), and Clint and Clyde. Clyde impressed me, but not enough for me to ever want to have a pet orangutan, lol.

    Personally, I MISS drive-in theatres. Fort Worth and Tyler are now showing movies "on the lawn", but, it's not the same and isn't floating my boat. However, the generation after mine thinks it's the coolest thing since peanut butter and jelly. ;)


  2. Alastar,

    Your last comment isn't showing up on here. However, because I've subscribed to the blog, I did get a notification that you'd left a comment on it.

    I believe you've actually got two separate blogs with the same title. You'll be able to know if you have by looking at your 'dashboard'.

    As for being notified of comments, the comments controls are under your settings tab.

    It's odd though that your last one isn't showing up here.


  3. Interesting reminder of 1978. You are right about our attitudes pre aides and I can relate to much of what you said about the night clubs, although I didn't have to dodge to many bullets. :)
    Nicely done Alastar.

  4. Hey Michael and thanks for the comment.Those were the days and with a largely female coed college in town bringing forth a new crop every year it was a young mans dream so far as the ladies went. Btw, I have all of these on the new blog site and will have to ask femme how to put this one to rest lol. Hope all is going well your way my friend.