Casablanca Restaurant

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.

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Finding Buster: Part Three

When I first started this series, I didn’t expect to continue past the first post, but here we are at the third installment! Southern California never fails to surprise me in the realm of Keaton sightings, and here are the few I’ve spotted so far this year.

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Buster Keaton in Northern California

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!

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The Hollywood Museum

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.

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Mary Pickford Theatre

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.

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