Lost Boys film at Santa Cruz Beach
Last night I wandered on down to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk because I received an email tip that there would be a special showing of a certain campy vampire movie that I have been known to go down to see at the Del Mar when they do their midnight thing. I was wondering how such a movie showing would be accomplished.
They put up a giant...inflatable...movie screen. It was most ingenious.
It was cold too and I was in cargo shorts, knit shirt, and sandals, but things were not really that cold. We had about 800 decamped on blankets and towels. There was no freakage from the street folk and no unwelcome fireworks or stabbings. Things went fairly well. After the film they a kind of lame Q/A session with some of the minor actors from the film (no Corey's were present, Feldman or otherwise). I only recognized the guy who played the vamp who died by stereo, the rest I had to look up on imdb. In a moment of irony, they had a lost kid come up to the front. How messed up is that? You bring your kid to a showing of Lost Boys and he gets lost? Well, at that point I'd had enough of the Q/A and I went my way up and down the boardwalk in my default solitary mode...munching on a corn dog. I suppose there are worse ways to spend a Wednesday evening.
Q
P.S. It was kind of cool to take in the whole beach and moonlit bay during Cry Little Sister and some other instrumental interludes in the film. In those moments the whole film kinda went 3D, sort of like what happens when you turn a video camera at the monitor and get that trippy mirror effect. We were watching the Boardwalk from 1986, with the current Boardwalk next to the screen (they arranged the screen with the back to the wharf, I stood on the left side of it away from the other spectators with the ocean to my back, so I had only to look around or turn around to take it all in.) Hope that all was a sufficient description for some of you ex-Cruzians and that it functioned as a kind of Web-Cam of the Mind in blog prose. Please don't despair up there in Cloud Land, I wish you all the best.
They put up a giant...inflatable...movie screen. It was most ingenious.
It was cold too and I was in cargo shorts, knit shirt, and sandals, but things were not really that cold. We had about 800 decamped on blankets and towels. There was no freakage from the street folk and no unwelcome fireworks or stabbings. Things went fairly well. After the film they a kind of lame Q/A session with some of the minor actors from the film (no Corey's were present, Feldman or otherwise). I only recognized the guy who played the vamp who died by stereo, the rest I had to look up on imdb. In a moment of irony, they had a lost kid come up to the front. How messed up is that? You bring your kid to a showing of Lost Boys and he gets lost? Well, at that point I'd had enough of the Q/A and I went my way up and down the boardwalk in my default solitary mode...munching on a corn dog. I suppose there are worse ways to spend a Wednesday evening.
Q
P.S. It was kind of cool to take in the whole beach and moonlit bay during Cry Little Sister and some other instrumental interludes in the film. In those moments the whole film kinda went 3D, sort of like what happens when you turn a video camera at the monitor and get that trippy mirror effect. We were watching the Boardwalk from 1986, with the current Boardwalk next to the screen (they arranged the screen with the back to the wharf, I stood on the left side of it away from the other spectators with the ocean to my back, so I had only to look around or turn around to take it all in.) Hope that all was a sufficient description for some of you ex-Cruzians and that it functioned as a kind of Web-Cam of the Mind in blog prose. Please don't despair up there in Cloud Land, I wish you all the best.