Three Coins in the Fountain
Now I can't recall where I read it. Somebody remarked that a movie that had come up in conversation was his mother's favorite film - along with Three Coins in the Fountain. I really couldn't remember a thing about the movie, but I knew that I'd seen it, a million years ago. Not when it was new, certainly - I wasn't really going to grown-up movies in 1954. (Yes, I know; it's hard to believe. A couple of years later, though, I'd stay in my seat after the kiddie matinee and watch the first ten minutes of High Society. That was how long it took my mother to hiss her way down the aisle and extract me.)
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As opposed to my mother, who woke me up late one evening around the time I was twelve(?) to park me in front of the TV to see a PBS late night showing of "M" with Peter Lorre and English subtitles while the rest of the family, including my mother, went to/stayed in bed. Just one of the many reasons I am, for good and ill, the way I am...
Posted by: LXIV | February 20, 2007 03:29 PM