mark loved some movies. i recall in high school that "night of the living dead" was too graphic (yeah this was the 70's) for tv. so it usually played at midnight at a movie theater usually around halloween. i still remember going to this movie a number of times with mark. i remember when we got to harvard that it played about once a week at the harvard square theater and we caught it there. it is ironic that george romero, the director of "night of the living dead" died recently.
i still remember that mark also liked 2001: a space odyssey. one time, at harvard square, during the final scene where kubrick does his best to make everything opaque as possible and where you see Bowman become a "space child" and you are just about as confused about this movie as you could be and you've just spent almost 3 hours for an ending that does not explain a thing, well, in the middle of this, mark said in a very loud voice, "I don't get it." it was on purpose and the timing was perfect. the entire movie theater broke out laughing.
Yes I saw the living dead at mundelein too with your bro
Only "Living Dead" series movie I saw was with Mark in like Mundelein summer '80-ish, think the drive-in was rained out. The 3rd I believe, the first in color. When the first ketchup hit the camera lens, I was laughing my ass off through all the rest of the "horror". Said it then, and still think, learned more about movie-making that night than anywhere else. Another good one, Paul, Mark and I went to see Apocalypse Now at Randhurst. Since he was 21, we stuffed the beers in Paul pockets, 70's-style tall thin cans like Coors. We were busted easily, but took responsibility for screwing Paul on that. Paul, Mark and I also reminds me of when he was accepted to Harvard at Christmas-time so the 3 of us celebrated at a blues bar by Loyola U. On the way back--though none of us could possibly be drunk after a blues bar--Mark drives us to L.A.'s parking lot to spin donuts in a raging snowstorm, I'm laughing my ass off thrown around the back seat when BOOM, he's planted the Dart's rear trunk into a light post. Gonna have to be your story, Bro. Tells Mom and Dad it happened while he was doing Jesuit volunteer service earlier that day, and they ate it up. I never had the cojones nor the bona fides with my parents to pull that off!