By Richard G. Carter
“I don’t think there there’ll ever be a time when things seem to come out even…” William Bishop, “The Walking Hills” (1947)
Remember the Regal theater? The Roosevelt, Atlas/Century, Fern, Garfield, Franklin, Colonial, Egyptian, Grand and Peerless? Remember when these, and other neighborhood movie houses, were a regular and integral part of our entertainment? I certainly do.
Not too far north, at N. 17th and W. Center Sts., was the Franklin, close to my late 1950s’ residence. I clearly recall running into a long-lost high school buddy enjoying himself immensely there for 1957’s great “The Bridge on the River Kwai.” In my late teen years, I also loved the classy Egyptian — which featured décor to match its name — at N. Teutonia Ave. and W. Nash. St. It somehow seemed fitting that this is where I took in the late James Dean’s bravura work in 1956’s “Giant.”