Something strange happened at the theater. I read that this theater in New York City was running Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein. My first reaction was: "Awesome!" You see, I'd never seen the film on the big screen, so I eagerly bought a ticket. This was an opportunity that I did not want to miss. Yes, the ticket did seem awfully expensive, but it was still well worth the expense.
The big day arrived. I drove to the train station and was lucky enough to find a parking space that was something like half a mile from the platform (although it felt like much longer). I made the long walk, purchased a round trip train ticket and waited. Soon I was nestled in my seat watching the Hudson River zip past. I arrived at Grand Central Terminal, made my way up to 42nd Street, turned right and began to walk.
I walked a few blocks, passing the Mets Clubhouse store, the New York Public Library, and Times Square, and then I saw the sign, in big letters: "YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN." I knew I was in the right place. But I found it a little odd that they only seemed to be showing one film, and the signage seemed a little much for a film that is more than thirty years old. But who am I to complain?
I went inside, picked up my ticket at the will call window, and went to walk around the city to kill some time. I did have about two hours before the start. So, I walked uptown and downtown, took a few pictures, and visited St. Patrick's Cathedral, and by the time I got through there, it was time to head back.
Back at the theater I followed the growing crowd inside and was directed upstairs to the balcony. I found my seat and settled into the surprisingly comfortable seat. I looked down and saw a nicely designed screen image showing a winding path leading to an eerie castle. This was definitely a classy joint, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and none of those pre-show trailers and commercials.
Article comments
1 - Condor
Who has the disposible income to attend a play, or a concert?? Wait until gas hits 6 bucks a gallon... then all the cultural stuff we used to enjoy will wither on the vine.
sorry
2 - Chris Beaumont
Gee thanks for your productive addition..... It's not like I'm going to plays all the time, you can count my entire experience on one hand.
3 - Condor
You are welcome. The last play/musical I attended was Carbaret with Terry Hatcher. It was terrible... and Hatcher barely filled out the scant garb she was wearing. Bone thin in physical appearance with a tired, weak singing voice to match. What a waste.
I enjoyed the classics while attending college. We had a great theator/arts department which put on some great productions. Not broadway, not even off-broadway, but students perfecting the craft. I wonder how many stuck with it? Probably very few. I can't imagine a Young Frankenstien without Kahn and Boyle, or Wilder, and Feldman. That was a classic comedy. Gosh, Wilder is the only one living and he's not working much, if any.
Community theator is okay, and cheap, and YOU can get involved.