Ah, the film trailer. The only, and indeed the best reason for heading down to you local multiplex to catch the latest blockbuster. For me, it was the highlight of my day out at the movies, or the ‘pictures’ as we used to call it back in the day. I’d always arrive with a fresh bag of hot popcorn in plenty of time. I used to sit there in that dimly lit room listening to the soundtrack for the film that was about to play, munching away as ads played for Walls Cornetto ice creams and Westlers hot dogs – ‘available in the foyer now’. In fact, I remember being done with both my medium sweet and 7-Up before those commercials had even ended. Then came the aforementioned best bit - those glorius trailers, or coming attractions as they were known. What would we get to see today?
Now, I’m a child of the 1980s. The days way before the Internet or any of that. Cinema was the ultimate day out for a nerdy teenage school kid that was just getting interested in girls and kissing in the back row – not that I can ever remember doing anything in the dark, dingy area of my local ABC in glamourous Gloucester. There was always something better happening up there on the big-screen than down the blouse of any girl that had the honour of accompanying me to see a film. You see, back then it wasn’t cool to go down and see a film on your own. All of my mates were into football or indeed rugby, my town’s preferred sport, anything but sit in a dark cinema in the middle of summer. My love was always the pictures, and I would go with anyone. Even if that was a girl. Of which there were many throwing themselves at me at the age of twelve (I wish)
Original article by permission Reelshow International
