My ultimate past time for as long as my memory will allow me to see, has been to discover the worlds created in films. The joys brought forth from the experience was first bestrode upon me by my Grandmother. She would recorded dozens and dozens of movies from her various satellite channels and label each one outside the VHS cases. She lived in Tennessee and I lived in Michigan. Each summer and for the holidays, she would bless me with an overwhelming amount of VHS tapes to choose from. I did have to share with other members of my family, but lucky me, each tape had about four movies on them. I would gather my "movie pile" and spend hours watching each story being told. Some movies I watched so much I could recite every line! When my family plays movie trivia I get band from the games. Some how I always managed to win. Most would say movies were my hobby.
Once I was old enough and was able to go to the movie theater, I was instantly hooked. Thankfully my first movie goer experience was a thumbs up! I believe I was 6 or 7 when I was first taken to the movies. My sister, who is 6 years older than I, wanted to go to see a movie with her boyfriend. Our mother came up with a clever negotiation. She proposed that my sister and her then boyfriend could go to the movies, only if she took along her little sister. You couldn't image how excited I was. Sadly, my sister was less enthusiastic. But for me it was my first big girl adventure.
We went to the best movie theater in town, the Jackson 10. It was a medium size place that sat behind our local shopping mall. I always loved the way the building lit up at night. The red neon trim that wrapped the top as if it were a piece of rope licorice. The smell of freshly, popped popcorn drenched in butter filled the air as the bings and whistles from the small arcade broke free. I could barely see over the ticket counter when the small stubs burst free from the hidden printer. My sister wouldn't let me hold my ticket in fear of me losing it. I don't blame her, I most likely would have.
At the time I didn't really know what we were seeing, nor did I care. I was just so excited about being at the Jackson 10. My sister's boyfriend bought me a kiddie pack from the concession stands which came with a handful of popcorn, a candy of your choice and a itty bitty drink. I was in heaven. We made our way in to see the show and walked down the slightly, darkened hallway. I will never forget that carpet. Every time I think of the carpet in all its swirly glory it makes me smile. After the two love birds huddled over the seat choice, I was forced to sit in front of them all by my lonesome. This I have a feeling was not part of my mother's plan.
The seat that was chosen for me was slightly off center but raised for a pretty good view. I sat there indulging on my candy and popcorn taking little bits from the cardboard tray in my lap. The momentum started to build as the lights dimmed down and the big red curtains began to reveal the jumbo screen. My tiny eyes watched in amazement as the previews rolled.
Then those beautiful words popped up, the words that I would come to love the rest of my life. "Our Feature Presentation". Then it started. The very first movie I ever saw in theater. The movie that started it all, Mr. Magoo(1997).
With the start of my film love affair came the critic within me. Each film that I view tends to become the center for discussion. Weather that discussion is amongst friends or complete strangers it is still fulfilling. That is why I wanted to start this blog. I hope that the opinions I give here in The Editor's Floor, will start many discussions amongst friends and strangers.
P.S.
The title for the blog, The Editor's Floor, came from the expression " I would like to see what was left on the Editor's Floor!"
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