(This is a fictional short story, in 1230 words.)
There was nothing quite like an afternoon double-feature on a weekday. Hardly anyone in the cinema, no queues for the ice-cream lady, and if the films were good, you could sit through them again for the next showing, no questions asked. Fair enough, the first film would be average at best, but the main film would almost always be worth seeing. In between, there would be a newsreel, then perhaps even a few cartoons.
The shorter Easter holiday was always boring for Nigel. For one thing, the weather was often awful, so the usual walk around the seafront was out of the question. Mum was at work until almost six, so he wandered around with his door key hidden under his shirt, suspended from some itchy string. And there was nothing on the television until the evening, but then Mum always decided what to watch anyway.
Stuck in his room reading encyclopedias, world maps, or old comics could only be tolerated for so long. So when Mum gave him his pocket money on a Monday, he knew what he wanted to spend it on, even if that meant having hardly anything left for the rest of the week.
The old Roxy had seen better days, that was for sure. It could do with a coat of paint, and some of the seats were as hard as a park bench. But it was only a ten-minute walk from home, and the interior still retained some of the grandeur of when it opened, in 1926. Almost forty years later, it was showing its age in more ways than one. The projector made a ticking sound as the film was playing, and four decades of tobacco smoke had turned the once pristine plaster-work ceiling a strange shade of orange.
Still, two films, an ice cream, and some small change from his pocket money. That was worth it.
He was outside the doors before they opened. One middle-aged lady stood in the queue ahead of him, her bag stuffed with knitting. It was obvious that she would be whiling away her time knitting a jumper or something, as the films played out in front of her. A man came and stood behind him. He was smoking a pipe, and looking straight ahead. Nigel made a mental note to avoid both of them when it came to choosing a seat. The knitting needle clicking would drive him mad, and the clouds of smoke from the pipe would choke him.
Just as the doors opened, a teenage couple turned up at the end of the short queue. The girl was giggling, and Nigel knew for sure that they would be spending their time snogging in the back row. They probably wouldn’t even remember the films. The uniformed commissionaire looked like a sergeant-major, his grim nod signifying that they could go in. As he stood behind the knitting lady at the cash desk, Nigel was hoping that Pamela would be taking the money. She lived a couple of streets away, and though she must have been at least thirty, she was so glamorous. Like one of the film stars on the screen where she worked.
He was happy when he got to the desk, and saw her big lipstick-covered smile. That meant she would be selling the small tubs of ice cream in the intermission, and he would get to see her again.
Inside, the lights were still on, and Nigel chose a seat at the end of a row, halfway up. Before the first film began, around a dozen more people turned up, coughing and rustling bags of sweets bought in the foyer. Just as the lights dimmed, a thin man came and sat right next to him, placing a musty-smelling overcoat across his knees as he sat down. Nigel had spent enough time in the cinema to know that this didn’t bode well. In an almost deserted afternoon showing, there was usually only one reason why an older man on his own would sit next to an an unaccompanied twelve year-old boy.
As soon as they started to show the coming attractions of next week’s big film, he quickly moved seats, right across to the small single row on the far side. If the man followed him over there, he would have to resort to going outside to tell the commissionaire. Fortunately, the thin man got the message, and stayed put.
The first film was a western. Nigel could take or leave those as a rule, but this one was quite good, especially for the B-film. And it was in colour too. He had checked the poster outside, and noticed the film was called ‘Geronimo’. It starred Chuck Connors as the famous Apache chief, not someone he had ever heard of. But he certainly looked the part, and there was just enough action, between the boring stuff set on the reservation. Still, it certainly didn’t escape his notice that Chuck was not a real Indian, but some other familiar faces made it feel good enough.
Once the lights were on again, Nigel was waiting with his cash, hoping to be the first to spot Pamela arriving with her tray of ice creams and drinks. She usually picked a spot in the middle, on one side, but if nobody walked down to her, she wandered around the aisles in case anyone called her over. On afternoon screenings, business was slow, and by the time she arrived, the lights were going down for the newsreel. So she switched on the small light that illuminated her tray, and the bottom part of her face.
Nigel was the only one who bothered to go and give her some trade. He smiled at her and politely asked, “Vanilla tub, please”. He could smell her perfume, and as she handed him the small tub and wooden spoon, he liked the way her nail polish caught the light from her tray. When she handed over his change, her fingers felt warm, and she gave him a brief smile, the lipstick appearing to be rather congealed on her mouth.
How many times he had imagined kissing those lips.
The ice cream was gone before the main film started, and he dropped the paper tub and spoon on the floor. As the opening credits rolled, he naturally recognised the name of the star, Dirk Bogarde. It was a black and white film, which felt rather flat after the bright colours of ‘Geronimo’, but as it was a world war two film, he was sure he would like it. And it was called ‘The Password Is Courage’, so he was certain it would be full of action The smoke from the cigarettes and pipes of the adults was rising and swirling. Nigel watched as it passed though the beam of the projector, creating a blue haze.
But despite being about the war, and starring the famous Dirk, the film was a disappointment. It was about a soldier who keeps escaping from German POW camps, and Nigel started to wonder if it was supposed to be a comedy. He felt cheated by the title, and even thought about leaving before the end. But he stuck it out.
Walking out into the dark of a dull and chilly evening, he pulled up the small collar of his jacket against the cold. Thinking about next week, he managed a smile.
They were showing ‘The Longest Day’ at The Roxy, and that looked really good.
You made me remember too= those were sweet days. Our ice cream was in a shop just outside the theater . It cost a small fortune now to visit a cinema and I bet few let their kids go in alone-thank you!
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Thanks, Michele. I wrote this a long time ago, you may not have seen it.
Best wishes, Pete. 🙂
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Nigel, you won’t be disappointed at The Longest Day. It will be worth waiting a whole week to see. It will stick with you. Great post, Pete. I remember how it was at the movies back then. Funny how you Brits call it films and we call it movies. Back in the day my sister and I could go to the movies and get a box of popcorn for a dollar. The movie was 35 cents and popcorn was 15 cents. My first movie, walking with my sister, being completely alone (and it was a long walk) was either Goldfinger or The Yellow Rolls Royce. Great movies! There were many Doris Day movies, too. I loved every one. Thank you Pete (and Nigel) for the memories.
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Glad you liked the story, Jennie. I actually saw that double-feature (known as a double-bill here, but I changed it for my wider acceptance) mentioned in the story. Even at 12, I thought it was a weird combination of two very different films. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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And did you return the following week to see The Longest Day? Thanks again, Pete.
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I went in the evening, with my parents. 🙂
Loved that film!
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Me, too. Best to you, Pete.
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Nice little story, Pete. My local fleapit was the rather pretentiously named ‘Moderne’; I don’t remember any of the films this far since, but I used to enjoy the occasion, and it was only a short walk from home. The cinema was also a good pitch come ‘penny for the guy’ time 🙂 Never had the ‘creepy guy’ experience, but I seem to recall I usually went with a couple or 3 pals.
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Most of the time, I was taken by my Mum and Dad. That was in London of course, not St Leonard’s, where the story is set. I started to go on my own during the holidays once I was at secondary school. Even in South London, the cinemas were remarkably empty during the daytime.
I wrote this nostalgia post about cinemas, some time ago.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah, nostalgia…
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You know how much I love nostalgia, Sue. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Excellent I thoroughly enjoyed it there is a lot to be said for the short story.
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Thanks very much. I have published many more, easily found in the Fiction category on the menu.
Best wishes, Pete. 🙂
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Sue just asked if you had written anything new…..now she can relax happy…LOL chuq
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Thank Sue for me, chuq. I hope she is OK after her hospital visit.
Best wishes, Pete.
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She did fine…..she needs rest for a couple days so I( will do what I can…..I appreciate you well wishes as she does as well chuq
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Pete, going to the movie was a treat for us. We could sometimes get in by saving the milk bottle tops of Foremost milk (known as Foremost circles) or pop bottle lids. We had one local theatre — very small, and one drive-in. The closest real theatre was a good hour drive away. Going there was a real treat.
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I lived in walking distance of two large cinemas, and near three more by an easy bus journey.
It was my first choice to go and watch films, in any inclement weather that made being outside a chore.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Chuck Connors played a cowardly son, Buck Hannassey, in “The Big Country,” one of my favorite westerns. That role was a far cry from Lucas McCain, the father he played in the TV series, “The Rifleman,” which began airing the same year (1958) that the film was released.
Now you’ve got me looking for BeetleyNigel on WordPress.
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I remember watching him in The Rifleman, which was shown later here.
But his big TV hit in the UK was the series ‘Branded’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Lovely bit of nostalgia, Pete and for sure Nigel must be you 🙂
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He is a ‘representation’ of me, Mary. 🙂
Glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pete, this was my childhood. A rundown theater in downtown Seattle called The Colonial was open from 10a every day until 4a. Three movies for $1, and they never checked ID, so I got to see some of the 70’s great “R” rated films…and yes, I had a man sit next to me once as well…the theater had its fair share of perverts to be sure!
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Glad to hear it resonated with you, albeit many years later. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pete, the magic of cinema as a kid…and learning the “real world” when some creep sits down next to you in an empty theater!
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Yes, the cinema was very much a home from home for me, even with the ‘strange people’.
I learned fast. 🙂
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I loved how much of an adventure just a kid going to the movies could be. Great detail as always. I did wait to find out the ticket seller was voluptuous. Maybe not a detail until he was a little older!
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She was certainly curvy, Elizabeth. 🙂
Glad you enjoyed it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I kind of thought she might have been.
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Mine was the Endicott Theater of the 50s Pete! Besties
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Thanks, Frank. This was ‘sort-of’ me, but not quite. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ha! I guessed it was you…
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Of course! I didn’t try to hide that. 🙂 x
Best wishes, Pete. x
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This ended as though you were planning a sequel to this story, Pete. Are you?
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No, it was more or less just a personal reminiscence, GP. A sheer love of the cinema experience during the 1960s.
As they used to say on the TV shows, ‘Only the names and locations have been changed’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A piece of your history – terrific!!
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It was my life, from 1960-2012, GP. 🙂
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An interesting story from the eyes of a twelve year old. Hwever, despite his young years, was an acted sensibly. Although short, I enjoyed reading it.
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Thanks, Colin. As you can probably tell, it was partly based on my own life, but I moved the location from London to the Sussex coast.
(The Roxy was a real cinema, in St Leonard’s on Sea)
You had to grow up fast in 1960s London. Being sensible was more or less compulsory. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Love Nigel and the wonderful imagery Pete. I felt as though I was there. I wonder if he grew up to be a film director himself.🤔
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He sort-of grew up to be me, Kim! 🙂 🙂
I’m so glad you liked it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ooh! I was wondering if this was semi-autobiographical.
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