In a special post written in memory of my friend Paddy, I discuss the TV show that nurtured her love of movies.
by Rich Watson
For those of us who knew her, the death of film blogger Patricia Nolan-Hall has been heartbreaking beyond measure. Paddy’s friends have put together a Caftan Woman Blogathon, named for the blog she ran for fourteen years, in which we’ll discuss the films, TV shows and stars she loved. I’m interrupting our regularly scheduled programming to bring you this piece because it’s my blog and I can.
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In the days before hundreds of cable channels and online streaming services, Americans grew up watching old movies on regular television.
Some were events. I’m old enough to recall when watching The Wizard of Oz or The Ten Commandments on the boob tube, in color, was a Big Deal. You made time to watch, often with family or friends.
For black and white films with less hoopla, there was a Late Show. You’d flip through the TV Guide to discover what was on and you stayed up to watch. Sometimes there was a creature feature hosted by Svengoolie or Vampira or somebody like that, in creepy makeup. Most times it was a regular picture from Old Hollywood, starring people you’d never heard of, talking faster than normal, dressed well, on elaborate sets.
Canadians had much the same experience. Then in 1974 came a TV show which raised the bar for what viewers not only saw, but learned.
For one young woman, it was exactly what she wanted.
