Everyone Entering Will Be De-Bugged!
Bring A Flit Can To These Marathons
Came across a poster done some years back for Greenbriar's "Bug-O-Rama," designed after all-nighters that were a staple at drive-ins during 50/60's outdoor pic-going boom. Management could book three or more insects for a comparative song: $15 per title, seldom over $25, what with most aged in the wood like termites eating away at exchange shelves. Total infestation could be had for under $75, and being buggers needed less than rapt concentration, there'd be steady march to, and spending at, the grill. Easy to forget how far movies ranked down a drive-in's priority. Canteen and concessions earned way more than admissions, adults there largely to gorge, or if younger, adjourn to the back seat for sleep, or livelier activity. By a second or third onscreen pest removal, it was all a black-and-white blur anyway (The Fly virtually alone among big bugs for being in color). Flit-gunfights were surprisingly evergreen. The
|Buy It, Bring It, Prepare It --- Drive-Ins Were All About Food.|
By The Way, Is That Flit Spray The Man Is Holding?
My latter-day stunt was to stir interest, if there was any, for combos revolved around crawly things that so thrilled patronage years before. Toward that end, we got up an ant costume and fitted a student for it. He'd crash the show part way through, give chase after plants in the audience, then be "exterminated" by a uniformed pest controller with a spray can. Preshow bally emphasized the live portion, films on view being more or less interchangeable, though the three selected, Tarantula, Them!, and The Fly, probably are best of a buggy lot. Management of drive-ins surely had mixed emotion doing bug-a-thons, what with war waged against insects throughout show season. Mosquito repellent often came with admission at afflicted venues. Erect your screen near a body of water and there'd be air raids on vehicular parking from there. A window partly down to hang speakers was also ingress for winged invasion more frightful than what screens allowed. It sometimes got bad enough to clear a drive-in's whole lot, the Fly's audience reduced to insect brethren.