You would think that I’d find more time to write during the summer, but this past semester (plus an additional summer course) really kicked my butt. After turning in essay after essay, I needed a short break from writing. That, and I also landed my dream internship, which is happily taking up some of my time—but more on that later. For this post, I wanted to share a fun location that I recently visited for my birthday this past week. It’s the Casablanca Restaurant in Venice Beach, and yes, it’s entirely devoted to the famed 1942 film.
Three Buster Keaton screenings in one month: I’m not sure if my town is being overly generous or trying to distract me from finishing up the semester strong. Either way, like a moth to a flame, merrily will I go see Buster’s lovely face projected onto a screen.
Continuing right along from the first part of the series, the time has come for another set of Buster Keaton bits and bobs that I’ve stumbled upon in my day-to-day life. In addition, today also marks Keaton’s 121st birthday, so what better way to celebrate than with a post all about Buster?
Whenever I (plan to) go out of town, I usually get in the habit of trying to look for places or things that have some connection to film history. For this road trip, I wasn’t entirely sure I’d find that much, so I decided to bring Tiny Buster along with me.
Being the Buster Keaton fans that we are, my friend and I made sure we stopped by to see as many filming locations as we could during my stay in northern California. We mapped out some of the destinations used in four of his films, and felt that we were pretty successful with visiting them all in the end!
I spent this past Saturday morning browsing through the historic Max Factor building, where the Hollywood Museum is now located. Being a local resident for my entire life, it’s ridiculous to think just how long it took me to set foot there. The treasure trove it held was enough to make this old film lover’s heart fluttering for days.
I’ll be the first to admit that I get a tad cheery when I find a trace of my favorite silent comedian in the most unexpected of places. Since it’s occurred more than once (and I like to keep track of these sort of things), I thought I’d share this small collection of happy happenstances in a post.
Recently, I was spending a mere two days in Palm Springs, where I happened to stumble upon the Pickford Theatre. I’d passed by it a few times whilst traveling back and forth between towns, and began wondering if it had anything to do with a certain silent film figure. Curiosity overcame me, and I decided to do a quick research session back at the hotel. I found out that its full name was the Mary Pickford Theatre (ah, now we’re getting somewhere), and there was even mention of a little exhibit displaying items from the personal collections of Mary Pickford and Buddy Rogers. I only had a few hours left in Palm Springs, so I made a mad dash there to help satisfy my continuous craving for film history.