Back then, there were more than 120 outdoor picture shows in my home state of Illinois. It was on June 6, 1933, that the first drive-in theater opened.
Her gloves, leggings, and then helmet were gradually removed, before she became completely exposed and nude, although often obscured by floating and jiggling white letters. His objective was to make 0 to pay for an abortion for the pregnant lover-girlfriend Patti (Patti D'Arbanville) of his wife Geri (Geraldine Smith). In the film's final sequence, Joe was in bed with Geri and Patti when they undressed him, but then they became intimate with each other - while Joe became bored and fell asleep (mirroring his sleeping in the opening scene).
He promised a swift but pleasurable death, as he began playing, and her clothes were expelled: Barbarella: "Oh, oh, what is this thing? 'Sonata for Executioner and Various Young Women.'" Barbarella: "Hmm. Your end will be swift, but sweet, very sweet."To his amazement, she completely enjoyed the lethal experience, exasperating him even further by orgasming. It opened with a black and white TV news clip of President Lyndon Johnson defending his record and the state of the union to a military gathering, on the need to continue with the Vietnam War ("This is a pretty good land.
He was aghast at the sexually self-determined female for defeating the machine and causing it to smoke and burst into flames:"I don't believe it. I’m not saying you never had it so good, but that is a fact, isn’t it? Afterwards, a man walked down the street (under the credits) and entered a bar, with the title card: "Paul goes to his friends, Jon & Lloyd, for advice." The three friends (all interested in avoiding the draft), appearing in episodic segments, included: Topics in a series of NY based sketches included draft-dodging, free love and computer dating, voyeuristic and amateurish 'peep art' film-making, the JFK assassination and conspiracy theories, Vietnam and politics embodied by LBJ.
Finding just the right spot, well back from the refreshment stand, I'd swing my '39 Studebaker up onto the mound, secure the speaker in the window, kick back, eat popcorn, and pretend to watch the movie.
Little did I know that like live TV, great finned cars, and sexual repression we were living in its Golden Age.