A Night for Oscar

A cold and blustery midwinter Sunday evening

And the Oscar goes to.......

 Favorite Actresses

I am old school. The glamour of old Hollywood faded a long time ago. Going to the movies is still exciting, but, how movies have changed. I like being old school. My feet are planted firmly in my childhood and I will hang onto the excitement of movie dates with my family. My first motion picture I can remember was when we first moved to Jackson from Vicksburg. We walked across the street from our temporary apartment, (waiting for our newly built house to be completed) to an outdoor movie theater. Isn't that even hard to imagine nowadays? It was summer and folding chairs were set up on some sort of basketball court in front of a huge outdoor screen. My grandmother took us and there was a swingset over to the side, where little children could play the night away if the movie did not keep their attention. The year was 1955.

She will always receive top billing at The Maine House

Anne Bancroft

I also remember attending the viewing of A Nun's Story with Miss Judy at The Lamar theater. The star was Audrey Hepburn. Probably the stand out movie of my young childhood was Gone With The Wind, which we saw at The Paramount Theater. We shared double dates as we grew into college- aged girls and loved seeing classics such as The Way We Were and Cabaret in New Orleans.

I also attended movie classics with Mother and Daddy. I can recall going to The Capri Theater in Jackson, along with Darling, to see It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, Doctor Zhivago, Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang and The Sound of Music. It was like double dating with your parents and it was really a pretty cool thing to do. We always went to dinner afterwards at Primos! Those were great times! Mother and I were forever in love with Christopher Plummer! And Omar Sharif....those incredible eyes.....sigh........

So, Sunday night we pay tribute to The Movies! This year, we have seen three of the movies up for Best Movie.....The Descendants, The Help and The Artist!

My vote goes to.......The Artist!

When Mel Brooks told his Jewish mother he was marrying an Italian girl, she said: "Bring her over. I’ll be in the kitchen - with my head in the oven".