Not to forget an often (and often willfully) overlooked period in the Plaza’s history: as a youngster the Plaza was THE place to go for essential trash cinema of the day. I can recall with fondness seeing Larry Cohen’s IT’S ALIVE there when it was playing its initial run in the early 1970’s, dragging my grandmother with me there to see GODZILLA VS. MEGALON (she hated it, no taste), the American – International releases of many of the Hammer horror films played there, and I am still in proud possession of the vomit – bag that was given out with admission to the Hallmark release of the infamous MARK OF THE DEVIL to which my pals and I were gladly admitted despite being waaaaaaaay underage for such mayhem. The Plaza was like a direct outlet from the pages of Famous Monsters of Filmland to the screen in those days, along with being MUCH safer than having to go to 42nd st in NYC. Heck, it was walking distance!
Many years later I took in a wonderful Lyle Lovett show there when I believe it was still the John Harms Center for the Arts, and it truly boggled my mind to walk through that lobby once again. I haven’t been back to Englewood since.
Not to forget an often (and often willfully) overlooked period in the Plaza’s history: as a youngster the Plaza was THE place to go for essential trash cinema of the day. I can recall with fondness seeing Larry Cohen’s IT’S ALIVE there when it was playing its initial run in the early 1970’s, dragging my grandmother with me there to see GODZILLA VS. MEGALON (she hated it, no taste), the American – International releases of many of the Hammer horror films played there, and I am still in proud possession of the vomit – bag that was given out with admission to the Hallmark release of the infamous MARK OF THE DEVIL to which my pals and I were gladly admitted despite being waaaaaaaay underage for such mayhem. The Plaza was like a direct outlet from the pages of Famous Monsters of Filmland to the screen in those days, along with being MUCH safer than having to go to 42nd st in NYC. Heck, it was walking distance!
Many years later I took in a wonderful Lyle Lovett show there when I believe it was still the John Harms Center for the Arts, and it truly boggled my mind to walk through that lobby once again. I haven’t been back to Englewood since.