Movie Notes

I'm a huge movie fan:  love old movies, new movies, and every genre ever made.  When I was a kid, going to a drive-in movie was a huge treat.  We'd pop a bunch of popcorn and put it in a brown grocery bag, and we got to have Coke with our popcorn -- a real treat.  We'd wear our jammies and, in those days, there was a huge rear platform where some lucky child could lay and watch the movie.  The scratchy speaker always hung on the front window, and the movie theatre had a great playground up near the screen.  Just before dark, a truck would go through and fog for mosquitoes.  All great memories.  I still have to have my (diet) Coke with popcorn when watching a movie.

 Today, I caught an old Dirty Harry movie (The Dead Pool), which I'm sure I must have seen once upon a time but didn't remember at all.  It was an ok movie:  there's a young Jim Carrey in what must be one of his first acting roles, and a much younger Liam Neeson and Clint Eastwood.  The best part, though, is the 1970s San Francisco.  I love those hilly streets and now have a real hankering to go back and visit the city.  

In the meantime, though, a memory from a 2008 visit.