Report from New Hampshire (Mike in Raleigh)

I don't usually run two of these in a row, but this one hits my pop culture sweet spot. As goofy as it was, I loved Dickie Goodman's Mr. Jaws. It was a novelty hit in the mid 70s, with Dickie as a reporter interviewing the shark from Jaws. All of the shark's answers were played as snippets from popular songs, like Please, Mister, Please by Olivia Newton-John and I Think We Can Make It by Melissa Manchester.

Well, The Stephanie Miller Show's Mike in Raleigh has assembled a political version, and the homage is perfect.

Haley Barbour: The Mayor of Jaws' Amity Island

The other day with a friend at work, I discussed Mississippi Governor Haley Barbour's similarity with the Mayor of Amity Island from the movie Jaws.  While the massive oil spill spews in the Gulf of Mexico, Barbour has been hand-waving it away, insisting there wasn't enough oil on his beaches to "fill a milk jug." Bring your family to the beach! Ignore the nay-sayers!  So, I was surprised and delighted to find that someone has done a YouTube mashup of Barbour pontificating, juxtaposed with the classic scene from Jaws.

Frivolity Break: Talking Animals

Well, the news is all-Kennedy, all the time, which is sort of expected. Though I hope it doesn't last quite as long as and Michael-palooza. And everything else I've turned up has been rehashed to death. So, I went looking for something silly to post after all the seriousness on the blog lately. So, if you like groundhogs or sharks, this is pretty amusing. Alan! Allen! Alllennnn!

Blast from the Past: Cinema East, Columbus Ohio

Just a couple of posts ago, in a post on the new Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I mentioned my personal reflections on the second movie, The Temple of Doom, which ran nearly the entire eight months I worked at Cinema East, a defunct theater. Well, I did a little research on the old place, and found a site about it. I'll give you that link at the end of this post.

But first, more personal reflections. When I was just 9 years old, my parents took my brother (8) and I to see Jaws, the first official summer event movie. There was a line around the whole building. Sure we were too young, and had the wits scared out of us, but it was memorable. And we saw that film at Cinema East, in Whitehall, Ohio. Whitehall is a post-World War II city of only about 9 square miles (Wikipedia says 5.2, but that just can't be right), and is landlocked by Columbus.

Also at Cinema East, I saw Star Wars (which ran there for over a year) [EDITOR'S NOTE: See comments below], The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, E.T., and of course Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. I was hired in the waning days of high school, for the premiere of the film. I should have been clued in to the nature of their business when I found myself in a crew of about 20--all new hires, except for the Manager and Assistant Manager. That can be explained by describing the building and the plot of land it stood on.

Cinema East was the largest and one of the only single-screen theaters left in central Ohio by 1984, by virtue of the fact that it was too narrow and too tall to split effectively down the middle. Add to that the fact that it had a balcony, and sat on a small triangular lot, bordered by East Broad Street, another business, and the diaganal cut of a creek called Turkey Run (no joke). So, Cinema East had a rather unique business model.

They'd slot in a blockbuster movie, hire a large crew of high schoolers, and then play that movie for months, until there were six or seven patrons for each showing. But they didn't tell the new hires that. As a consequence, the crew of 20 or so would slowly dwindle. And in my case, it did; down to me and, well, pretty much the Manager (Jeff Montgomery), and the Assistant Manager (Roger Somethingorother). Since it was down to me, I had the opportunity to work most of the positions at the theater, which in retrospect was not a bad thing.

I worked concessions, cleaned the theater, cleaned the bathrooms, carried huge bags of popcorn, sold and tore tickets, and answered the single dumbest question you can be asked at a single-screen movie house: "Which screen is it on?" Oh, and I had to fix the marquee, like when the "M" fell off, and it read: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doo.

After The Temple of Doom had played out, we ran a re-release of Around the World in 80 Days for a little while, followed by the romantic-thriller stinker, Thief of Hearts. By this point, my hours had been cut to like 5 per week or something, and I had to change jobs. But I will always have affection for Cinema East, and am a little sad that the place was demolished, and replaced by a government office of some sort. Sad.

After all that, if you're still reading, you must really be interested in Cinema East! So, as a reward, here is a link to a mini retrospective of the place, along with some comments with their own rememberences. Enjoy.

Cinema Treasures: Cinema East