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"Movies Of My Father"
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"Movies Of My Father" by Mike Smith
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Hello readers. Rather then do a review this week I thought I would dedicate this space to the films my father enjoyed. As a young boy in the 1960s, one of the best memories is going to the drive in with my folks. Usually we'd grill hamburgers on the grill, mom would throw them on white bread and we'd head off to the local outdoor movie plex. After a half hour down at the playground in front of the screen, time spent either running with the other kids or, on special occassions, having a "catch" with the old man, we'd head back to the car and get ready for the night's adventures. Dad liked the "macho" actors of the time: John Wayne and Steve McQueen were his favorites. He also enjoyed the spaghetti westerns of Clint Eastwood, and of course followed Clint into his Dirty Harry period. And then there was James Bond. My first Bond movie memory is "From Russia With Love." I can remember sitting in the back seat, watching the images flicker on the big screen. Then, later that night while alone in my room, I would look at the blank wall beside my bed and "watch" the film all over again. My dad thought Sean Connery was the luckiest man in the world and loved all of his Bond adventures. To be honest, with the exception of "On Her Majesty's Secret Service," also a drive in memory, I don't think he ever saw a non-Connery Bond, though I did try to convince him to see "Casino Royale". Though the years would go on, dad never tired of his old favorites. Even when I started getting "movie crazy" in the mid-70s, he still prefered his westerns and cop movies to my "fantastical" adventures. When I took him to see "Marathon Man," partly because of Roy Scheider, I was surprised that he liked it. Of course, it was a thriller, which is what he liked. When I asked him what he thought of Roy he replied, jokingly, "Is he the guy who looks like a fish?" As a Richard Dreyfuss fan I dragged him to the Tyrone Theatre to see "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," which he also seemed to enjoy. And, before I could question him, he praised Richard Dreyfuss' performance. Only later did I realize he thought Bob Balaban was Dreyfuss. I never told him otherwise.
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