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August 02, 2005
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Excerpt from Show Business is Murder by Stuart M. Kaminsky
Small Time in His Heart
THEATRE 80 ST. MARK'S
The Movie Musical Theatre
Screening Schedule, September ' October 1972
11 AM, 3:30PM, 8PM
Mickey and Judy put on another show, this time at a Western college. Great Gershwin songs stitch together a paper-thin plot; Judy shines as always.
For Me and My Gal
1PM, 6:15PM, 10:15PM
Gene Kelly's first feature for MGM has him high-stepping with Judy and then breaking her heart by dodging WWI draft (ahead of his time ). Great period fun.
Birch Tate, 1972
WALKING ALONG EIGHTH Street from the Village, you first crossed Sixth Avenue, under the benevolent eye of the Jefferson Market Courthouse Library. With its turrets and narrow leaded windows, it looked like a fairy-tale castle. You could picture Rapunzel letting down her long thick hair, which made Scotty laugh when Birch said it, because Scotty remembered when the old Women's House of Detention was there and prisoners leaned out of barred windows, yelling at boyfriends and girlfriends on the street below.
Rapunzel, Scotty said again, and laughed.
If there was one thing Birch was getting tired of, it was being young. Too young to remember the Women's House of D. Too young to remember Busby Berkeley. Too young to care much about seeing Judy Garland in a movie; to her, Garland was a boozy concert singer with a drug problem and a ruined voice. Which was cool when it was Joplin, but Judy Garland was old.
She was not, Scotty had decided, going to spend one more day in this abysmally ignorant state. Theatre 80 St. Mark's in the East Village was running a Garland double feature and Birch was, by God, going to know by the end of this afternoon precisely why Judy Garland was the greatest star Hollywood ever produced.
They passed Orange Julius and the wedding-ring store, pushed through the crowd at Macdougal, and met the boys on the corner of Sullivan. Patrick and Stanley were even crazier than Scotty when it came to old movies. Patrick liked to say he was the reincarnation of Ann Miller, which was supposed to be funny because Ann Miller wasn't dead. Stanley preferred somebody called Lubitsch whom Birch had never heard of, and then Scotty said, "But he didn't do musicals," and Stanley arched his eyebrow and asked, "What about The Merry Widow " and Scotty said, "Oh, you mean that blatant ripoff of Mamoulian's Love Me Tonight "