Old Movies Just Don’t Play Anymore. Or Do They?

Old Movies Don’t Play Anymore

Among all the enormous disparities in the world today between the Baby Boomer generation and this new configuration of alphabets, the differences are from here to Mars.

Probably further since we actually got to Mars, at least Rover did.

New generations seem totally apathetic to anything that happened beyond ten years ago. Nostalgia is a word with which they have cultivated no relationship, nor do they care to.

To young people the eighties are considered ancient times and there is no interest in anything that preceded boy bands.

I am saddened by the fact that young people today show such a lack of interest in classic movies.  I suppose it was inevitable looking at mid-20th-century cinema through a 21st-century lens.

When I was a kid there was a man in Detroit who had a show on each afternoon called Bill Kennedy at the Movies.

Most of the movies were made from the time talkies came in to the late fifties. These were mostly black and white and featured stars like Errol Flynn, Tyrone Power, Bette Davis, James Cagney,  Jimmy Stewart, Joan Crawford and the big stars of that era.

Despite the fact I was very young I adored these movies. And movie stars. Actors were managed then and we knew nothing about their personal lives until much later in the sixties. That contributed greatly to the glamour and mystery of Hollywood. And unlike today, ignorance was bliss when stars said little.

The sight of Errol Flynn swinging on a tree rope to a branch, extending his hand and saying, “Welcome to Sherwood,” was a line I couldn’t get enough of.

Because the movie was made eight years before I was born meant nothing to me. I didn’t see it as outdated or archaic, I just saw a great movie.

The James Cagney gangster flicks, John Wayne cowboy movies, screwball comedies, Charlie Chaplin, the Marx Brothers, anything with Cary Grant, remain loved by so many.

Although movies remain a showcase of human behavior, it is truly a fact they are dated.

Yet although times and scenery may change people don’t. The love, crime and family stories endure.

They are a portrait of what the U.S.A. was like before television, freeways and malls.

A window into small town innocence in America featuring Mickey Rooney, Judy Garland, or Jane Powell. Neighborhoods where one needn’t lock their front door and Sunday picnics in the park were the best way a family could spend a day.

One movie, The Male Animal with Henry Fonda showed college life in America at a Midwest university where football games and bonfires were all part of the experience. Based totally on U of M or Ohio State is my guess.

What is amazing to me is watching the way cities like New York have changed.

If you watch Barefoot in the Park or Breakfast at Tiffany’s you get a picture of how wonderful New York was in her heyday. And a bit of sadness as well.

The quiet and peaceful vibe of rural, urban and family life literally jumps through the screen and reminds us of the uncluttered and slow moving pace of our lives then.

Yet today, kids are bored by these movies. A good story doesn’t seem to be enough to capture the attention of young people who have been raised with IMAX and AI.

They have little interest in historical classics like Gone With The Wind, despite its incredible story and acting.

I recently asked my grandsons to watch The Producers with me. The original and in my opinion best one, with Dick Shawn, Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder. They were quite skeptical about my rave reviews, but they went along for the ride. I also suspect it’s because my daughter ensured them it was indeed one of the funniest films ever.

When my children were young I exposed them to great comedy, like The Producers, It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World and just really funny movies. I like to believe it’s why they have great senses of humor today.

So yes, my grandchildren enjoyed the Zero and Gene version very much. Despite its dated demeanor they laughed and got every joke. Seriously, Springtime for Hitler? Genius never fades.

A great motion picture moves at its own pace. Kids today live in a fast-paced world.

There are video games, technology, Virtual Reality and space travel. You Tube has changed the watch interval considerably from two hours to seeing ten shows in that time.

I personally find it a bit disheartening that so few young people today appreciate how glorious it is to simply lose oneself in Casablanca, The Godfather, Citizen Kane or It’s A Wonderful Life.

The list of great movies is endless and I devour them all.

But the world moves at lightning speed and kids aren’t about to stop and watch Mr. Smith Goes to Washington when they’re in the middle of a game on their Virtual Reality headset.

As a kid we watched old movies at home, or went to a neighborhood theatre in Detroit called The Mercury that featured murals of the cosmos on the walls that glowed in the dark. And we loved every minute. Movies were a great way to escape into other worlds, interesting places and intriguing stories.

I guess when the world sped up the need for old movies slowed down. Yet historic preservation of old movies also preserves a view into the past. How the world changed and yet in many ways has stayed the same. Watching Spartacus lead a revolt is a whole lot better than reading about it in a history book.

But you must go with the flow. So I watch my old movies and You Tube. I admit to still feeling a tinge of sadness when watching an old movie and catch a glimpse of the Brooklyn Dodgers playing in Dodger Stadium in Brooklyn. Those were the good old days with an emphasis on good! But as long as we can still visit classic Hollywood on the screen, these memories will remain.  

Are There Only Endings? Or Are They Actually New Beginnings

As the old year ends and a new one begins it occurred to me we experience a great many endings as we move through life.

Since many of these are not of our choosing, man in his desire to make the unpleasant more palatable created a refrain to serve these occasions.

“When one door closes another opens.”

I imagine there aren’t too many of us that has not spoken those words to ease the disappointment of a favored activity, job or life experience suddenly coming to an end.

What I myself have found is that many of these endings come not at our choosing but at the whim of others.

Many times this circumstance leaves us standing shocked or surprised and in need of believing it’s all for the best.

Yet is it really? Always for the best I mean.

When something we’ve enjoyed doing for years is suddenly removed from our lives. Is it best that we are left with a big gaping hole where that positive energy once lived?

Can we always find a substitution for the moments we so enjoyed that are now stripped from our routines?

A friend is retiring from teaching now after fifty years and boy it’s not looking very easy.

She is finding as with everything filling gaps seems to be so much easier when you’re young. I imagine this is because opportunities arise more often when you are strong and vital.

Filling a gap in one’s life isn’t hard when the world is open and filled with untold adventures ahead.

But when you’re older, maybe not so much.

When you’ve had moments you looked forward to and enjoyed stripped away through no choice of your own, replenishing them can be tricky.

So we are left with a hole where fun and joy once dwelled now covered over by only a memory.

In the beginning optimism enters like a shoulder to cry on. Oh well, I suppose it’s time to move on. Nothing lasts forever and everything happens for the good.

But does it really? Especially when you’re older and finding ways to fill our days may not be as easy or productive despite how much we try.

The last thing we want to do is allow the feeling of negativity to enter where that positive energy once flowed. To feel that a treasured job or activity that brought us such joy is now gone and something has left us that cannot be replaced.

That feeling of loss is what we must rail against. So is replacing what we once had the only way to restore joy to our lives?

Is losing that job or activity going to linger and create a bad memory after so many years of cultivating good ones?

Do we want to be left in the end with only the loss and not all the years of gain?

Many times it’s not about money.  It’s about feeling useful or positive about something. It may be a hobby that makes you feel a sense of accomplishment.

So we sit and ponder what might fill that gap. What do we need to do to feel those useful or satisfied feelings once more?

Is there anything that can bring back what is now lost?

How do we find that perfect replacement?

I’ve thought long and hard at these times about what to do next. What opportunities are open to me at the stage of life where I am now.

As we reach a certain age we all come face to face with certain facts about our existence. Our skills in certain areas have kind of cast us out of professions we may once have considered, even part time.

Let’s face it, the world changes as we trudge along. Sure we do our best to keep up, but sadly keeping up is not excelling.

We use our Iphones and computers with a sense of pride that we were able to adapt to this new technology, but would Google or Apple or any of the other companies that are now running the world employ us? Or would we even have a clue what they are all about?

I’m thinking a big no on that one. Ordering from Amazon is not the same level as inventing the next big thing in Virtual Reality beyond Oculus.

Believe me I’m not suggesting jobs are an issue for Baby Boomers. Most of us have retired or work part time as a hobby. This is about the things we found that fill our time once we left the workforce. The choices we made that we now don’t want to lose.

What can we do if anything to change the outcome of decisions made for us instead of with us?

No one can argue that life has many potholes in the roads we travel.

So what do we do when we hit one we didn’t see coming?

Do we lie there in the road and stop moving? Or do we call a tow truck, fix the car and keep driving?

Yet if we can choose, why wouldn’t we?

Exhausting all efforts to save what means something to us is paramount and the easiest way to move forward.

Despite the immediate feeling of loss, setting new goals will turn into a positive outcome.

I always felt that staring at a brick wall, we miss seeing the open path at our side. Although challenging, freeing up time to bring more interesting and fun things into our day can prove to be very positive indeed. It just takes a bit of effort but the rewards are plentiful.

So if a door closes, turn your head and feel the breeze blowing on you from that newly opened window.

In the new year I hope all your moments are filled with only good things and open windows galore.

Some Promises Kept. But Where is My Beep Beep Rosie?

Promises Promises! Where is my Beep Beep Rosie?

If anyone has tried the new wonder called Virtual Reality you will feel as cheated as I do.

Where was our virtual reality when we were young?

Okay, I admit childhood today requires the ability to escape the craziness, but hey, we did too when we were teens. But I guess we should be grateful that we have our grandchildren to guide us through this strange new world.

So how does it feel?

Well for those of you who haven’t been fortunate enough to try VR yet, let me tell you, it’s amazing.

I can fly, without leaving the ground. Although I do get a bit nauseous. It is really scary when you’re standing on a cliff and it seems so real you’re afraid any second you’ll fall off the earth.

That’s how authentic this thing is. I actual sometimes feel like if I move one step I’ll drop into an abyss. I really love this whole able to leap tall buildings in a single bound thing.

The technology, and it was promised for a very long time, does not disappoint.

I remember hearing about all of these gadgets when we were kids. I’m still waiting for Beep Beep Rosie. But at least with VR I can watch a virtual Beep Beep Rosie cleaning my house.

Jetpacks, now that’s something I could really get behind. Beam me up Scotty.

The ability to strap on a backpack and fly to the store. Wow, just think about it. No gas stations, no charging EVs, it’s just up we go. What fun and so easy.

Baby Boomers can really appreciate what it means to escape into virtual reality. How great it is to get out of Dodge? Or any of these new fangled inventions like cell phones. Remember party lines and when you got your own phone line?

But young people have no idea. So, what is the benefit of this VR? Is it merely a cool way to spend time, taking a video game to another level or is it something more? Is it not really a toy, but a glimpse into a future divorced from real life.

Perhaps it’s the new reality, a parallel universe where one can go to fly, see beautiful places, travel to other lands, even walk with dinosaurs. Play games with avatars so lifelike it could freak you out.

For my part I would love to have a virtual reality where I could sit down and have lunch with Moses and ask him about schlepping through the desert.

Or maybe spend some time with JFK or ask Marilyn how he was in bed. Wouldn’t it be amazing to chat with Jack Ruby and find out why he killed Lee Harvey Oswald?

I do find that the more time I spend in that ether world of VR the more I want to. But my mind usually says this is too much, let’s sit down for a while.

It’s so real it’s difficult to grasp and I wind up with a headache.

But is it worth it? You bet. Seeing the world without running through an airport.

Climbing Machu Picchu without sore feet. Standing on top of Mt. Everest and looking down at the world, visiting the North Pole without a coat. Jumping into the Grand Canyon without breaking your neck. How could this possibly not be the coolest thing ever?

Kids today can’t truly appreciate the significance of an invention this amazing because they didn’t have to wait for it an entire lifetime.

I’m saying that unless you’ve seen Howdy Doody’s strings or had to watch television with aluminum foil on the rabbit ears and stand in a certain place to get reception, it’s difficult to really grasp the wonders of VR.

How amazing it is putting on a mask and leaving the planet to fly through space. Or go deep-sea diving at the Coral Reef without any sharks, or eat at five-star restaurants in Italy without ingesting a single calorie.

Many might poo poo the wonders of this new technology, but as someone who has been impatiently awaiting the inventions we read about as kids, I have no intention of taking any of this for granted.

I can golf like Jack Nicklaus, fight Darth Vader and travel to the top of the Eiffel Tower without leaving the room.

At a time in my life where I feel so unable to be daring and over the top courageous (my kids would enrobe me in bubble wrap and lock me in the house) I can be anything or go anywhere I want with Virtual Reality.

I guess by now you’ve figured out what a fan I am of this new invention.

Some things we wait for in life are sadly a bit disappointing when they finally appear. VR is not. It is actually far more phenomenal than I anticipated.

It’s a video game on steroids.

It’s Pac Man in IMAX, it’s a trip to Hershey Pennsylvania, it’s staring at the Sistine Chapel without winding up with a sore neck. It’s wandering through the streets of Rome or Spain without being robbed or ripped off and flying over London like Marley’s ghost. Someday soon you’ll probably enjoy the biggest hits on Broadway without paying a scalper for tickets.

All will be possible and you merely have to don a mask to enter all these new worlds.

There is no limit to what VR will ultimately deliver and the universes it will open.

I for one am excited about how much more it will do in the future, because as of now it’s far more than even I ever dreamed.

Perhaps that’s the answer to aging. VR make me sixteen again. Damn, I look good and no plastic surgery. You mean my turn is over? I have to take off the mask? Boo hoo, just as I was about to chat with Cleopatra about make up tips. Yep, I think Grammy definitely needs her own headset.

When it’s my turn again I’m going to hang out with Winston Churchill. I sure hope you can’t smell his damn cigars.