I love that this '72 line-up from the Hoyts chain is described as "Holiday Films For All The Family".
How far we've fallen in forty years!
Can you imagine families today finding something of interest amongst this lot? No toy-inspired banality? Nothing from Disney? If only families today would attend films like Trinity Is Still My Name, Pulp, or Richard Brooks' '66 The Professionals, clearly getting a re-release here.
I somehow convinced my late dad to take me to see Pulp and The Mechanic on the same day. That was unheard of. Perhaps dad wanted some time away from mum. I remember enjoying both immensely, and I recall dad speaking about Bronson in a reverential tone.
'72 sure was a good year for the cinema... and the drive-ins.
Hard to believe that Peter Medak's wonderful black comedy played at drive-ins in Melbourne.
It took some balls, but I convinced my mother to take me to see the film on a school night. We even stayed for Baby Love, my first exposure to the delicious Linda Hayden.
In retrospect, it was Ken Loach with breasts and lesbians.
During the scenes that featured some mild nudity, my mother kept repeating "I don't think we need to see this" while playing with the car keys. I differed on her statement, and was sure I needed to see what I was seeing.
Fortunately, we remained until the climax.
I'd see Hayden a couple of years later when Satan's Skin (aka Blood on Satan's Claw) screened on TV. I recorded it on audio tape and listened often to the great score.
I never caught this one at the East End Two, but I always remember my parents coming home late after seeing it and me asking them what it was about.
My mum's answer: "It was a bit stupid really."
My dad's: "It was alright. Lots to see."
Indeed.
At least there was one Pasolini fan in the house.
