I’m not old enough to really have nostalgia about drive-in movie theaters, but I remember going to one double-feature back at a drive-in near Pittsburgh and it ended up being a rather affordable and charming way to take in a movie.
We watched Superman Returns and Poseidon. Neither was a terribly gripping movie, but Katie and I could eat food and chat if we wanted to, without worrying about disturbing our neighbors.
Out here, our nearest drive-in is a half hour drive (about what the Pittsburgh drive-in was), but we haven’t gone yet. I’d like to sometime. There’s something about the experience that can’t be captured with any other activity. It’s a shame that drive-ins are so rare and so far away for most people.
Also, both Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died today. As I mentioned a few days ago, I didn’t listen to too much music in my youth, but this still feels important.
I’ll see if I can play a Jackson song in Rock Band or Karaoke Revolution tonight, in remembrance of the King of Pop.
And I’ll watch some episodes of Charlie’s Angels. Or The Brave Little Toaster Goes to Mars, where Farrah voiced a Faucet. True story.