About the Dudes

About Alan

For as long as I can remember, I have always loved going to the movies.  I was probably only 5 years old when I first saw a movie. 

It was “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” and it was playing at the lone theater in our small town.  Before the main feature, there was a Three Stooges short, something about the boys accidentally being shot into space by pressing the wrong button inside a spaceship! 

The year was 1960 and our mother had taken my brother and I to the Saturday matinee (I remember it was a very hot summer day) and we were  excited. 

I still remember the thrill of the lights going down, the curtain drawing back, the stereophonic sound. 

I especially remember munching on pocorn out of a box with the picture of a circus clown on it.  And then the big screen filled up with these towering images. 

To a 5-year old, they were astouding,  exhilarating, magical!  I was absolutely thrilled by the sounds, the music, the beautiful colours.  When the movie ended and the lights came up, I looked around the theatre and thought, “Wow, that was a lot of fun!”