Guys and Dolls (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In Columbus, Ohio, the Ohio Theater ―a palatial old refurbished theater—plays old movies in the summer. Sometimes, it is fun to watch the old movies in a big beautiful theater with a big screen. It’s usually fun to watch them with other people too. Chances are, they’ll be your age. In this particular theater there is a fine musician playing the organ before the show and during intermission
I had seen the musical, Guys and Dolls, in various school productions, and even in a semi-professional theater when I was a teenager. I knew all the words to all the songs, and I don’t even recall consciously learning them.
I enjoyed this movie. First of all, there was a young Frank Sinatra, Marlon Brando, and Jeanne Simmons. They all had chemistry and stage presence that popped out from the screen. It also starred Vivian Blaine, Stubby Kaye, and Sheldon Leonard.
The choreography, scenery, costumes and acting were good enough to make me forget it was 2012.
It really brought back the old days. Another time with old over-sized cars, men wearing actual hats, and women wearing dresses.
The main characters even took a trip to Havana, Cuba, to have a romantic interlude. There were no bedroom scenes, only a kiss.
It portrayed Jean Simmon’s character as being very naive. Luckily, women’s roles have changed in 45 years. Her character didn’t know that milk laced with alcohol would get her drunk. Maybe there are still naive women like that out there, but I doubt it.
There was also nothing but white actors in the movie. Back in those days, the races didn’t mix. In that respect, times are better.
it proved to be a very sentimental escape from me. It brought back memories of my childhood and family. It brought back the days when my life was ahead of me, and I could fantasize about what would happen to me when I grew up. It was fun to connect with my true inner child.
If you get a chance to rent this movie, turn off the lights, and maybe you’ll go back in time too. Sometimes, it’s fun to revisit the past. You never know what memories might surface.