In 9th grade, after reading about Joan of Arc, we watched Carl Dreyer’s 1928 The Passion of Joan of Arc, a French silent historical film. Some of the girls in our girl’s only boarding school were quickly bored, and continued to look at the teenage magazines they had smuggled into the auditorium, the rest of us were mesmerized by the screen.
I was born in the 60’s, times were different then…going to the movies was a big-to-do. There was only one movie theater close by…and that was 35 miles away. My Grandmother or other kids parents drove us to town for the day and we all were excited. We had 50 cent that we could spend, sometimes even a dollar. We went to the one and only ice cream parlor right beside the movie theater and would either have a milkshake or an ice cream sundae…we would sit there with other wanna-be-adults, debating and discussing the movie we were going to watch. They had always two movies playing and it was a hard decision to make.