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DRIVE-IN MOVIE MEMORIES by Don and Susan Sanders (the book AND the
documentary) harks back to fonder days. I grew up haunting the local
drive-in (before it succumbed to Home Video and became a weekend flea
market), and it's impossible to sit through a documentary like DRIVE-IN
MOVIE MEMORIES (or the even sadder DRIVE-IN BLUES) without breaking
down and bawling like a baby. I went for the AMBIANCE: to sit and watch
the summer sun set while 50s Rock and Roll wafted from the speakers (IN
THE STILL OF THE NIGHT by The Five Satins was a favorite) and kids
played on the monkey bars or the merry-go-round up near the screen
(where the parents could keep an eye on them). There would be trains
that passed through at some point (some nights, more than once) and one
would often see kids seated on the embankment between the surrounding
fence and the railroad tracks, watching the movies for free (and no one
bothered to run them off: they were quiet and respectful, like devotees
paying homage to some ancient Vision). My favorites, of course, were
the ALL-NIGHT HORRORTHONs!, which began at Dusk and ended at Dawn. It
was, to coin a phrase, a FILMFAX world, where oldies like the original
NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD played alongside (then) current Fright Films
of varying quality. Watch movies like American HOT WAX or American
GRAFFITI and you'll understand the kind of Longing documentaries like
this one engender. I have an old black and white photo taped to my desk
(a postcard, actually), and it's a photo we see in DRIVE-IN MOVIE
MEMORIES: There's a single automobile waiting outside for the very
first drive-in in this country to open. I look at that old photo and it
takes me Back- not THAT far, for sure, but back to a Time when there
still WERE drive-ins and on quiet Summer Nights as the sun set you
could hear The Five Satins crooning IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT.
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