Tuesday Senior’s
Movie Night at Peter’s is always interesting and many times eye-opening, as it was
tonight. This was the first time in over
a year that the Guerneville Senior Center book club showed a silent picture, Cecille
B. DeMille’s and Gloria Swanson’s hit, titled, “Male and Female”.
We often
think, these days, a hundred years on, about “silents” as two reelers, with a
quick point or laugh and that’s it. This
was a two-hour film. One in which I
repetitively asked, isn’t that it? And the
others repetitively answered, “No, there’s more”.
At the time,
1916-18, the point at the beginning of the film was to depict normal life, sans
war. Then, Cecille B. DeMille depicted a
fantasy version, after civilization had fallen apart, where there was little
way to tell good from bad, rich from poor.
After
watching the movie, which was great fun, I spoke to many who equated the movie
to “Roma”, a candidate in this year’s Academy Awards. Some thought it was great, an equal number
thought it was unwatchable. Many thought
it was sexist.
We watch
old movies every Tuesday Night [6pm] at Peter’s House in Monte Rio.
Some of
my friends and neighbors must think it odd, strange, even a bit weird that I am
so enamoured with 50-100-year-old movies; also with using the British spellings
of words like enamoured; possibly also with using colons. I think that I have been that way all my
life. It has been a dormant part of my
life, but as that wears down, and I’m cutting connections to groups that
require physical participation; I’m refocusing on activities that are more sedentary,
like hosting a movie night.
Old movies
satisfy my joy in researching topics, as I have found that for about fifteen
years now, Hollywood is “remastering” some of the old movies, adding in bonus
interviews and commentaries by directors, actors, and producers. On the flip-side, if they aren’t worth
tarting up a bit, then they simply sell the DVD for under $5 as a four-pack of
the “greatest”.

My
father was more visceral. And is somewhat blank during the silent era. His favorite early picture was, “It Happened one
Night”. In fact, he loved all the Frank
Capra movies, which he passed down to both me and my sister. Maybe that was because he was the more
day-to-day wage earner during the depression, rather than focused on the future
as my mother was. Then again, he loved
the escapist movies like “Gold Diggers of 1934”, but my mother loved the Hepburn
movie, “Stage Door”. My sister and I are
lock-step on movies like: “Miracle on 34th Street”, “It’s A
Wonderful Life”, and any Laurel and Hardy movie.
As
anyone over 65 will vehemently concur, movies have been degrading for years.,
they don’t make them like they used to. And
this is why I have started a movie night for seniors. We show some new movies, but the average targeted
age group is people who were teen-agers in the sixties.
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