Each weekend I would walk with my friends to Newcastle Street where the two movie theatres sat. On one end was the Bijou, a shabby little place, but it had two things a child could not ignore. First,small balcony, from which you could rain popcorn on the screaming kids below until you were caught and ejected, while older couples would kiss and grope and moan in the far back higher seats.
The other feature was a magnet as well. The Bijou always had a Saturday matinee featuring almost universally tacky films of the horror or western genres, the B and C movies, with the additional attraction of two or three old serials still attainable. These no longer exist, but they were our favorites. Hopalong and Gene Autry and Roy Rogers, along with others now forgotten, would play out their simple, over-acted stories with ham-fisted intensity. We ate it up. Buck Rogers, Ming the Merciless, scantily clad young ladies, guns, and horses, and spaceships and flying men, either winged or jet-packed. Creatures from black lagoons, aliens from outer space, mutants and cannibals. We had them all.
The best thing about the Bijou on Saturdays was that it made no pretense of sophistication or quality. It was a place for simple childish pleasures for a handful of coins.
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