• Joann Loviglio and Joseph Kaczmarek, a reporter and photographer for the AP, were at last week’s showing of Ghostbusters at Fort Mifflin. This morning, Joann’s story just went live, along with a photo of me doing a kind-of-a, sort-of-a hadouken with the first reel of the movie (click to see it on Newsvine, which I think is a sort of an AP clearinghouse:)

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    ‘Guerrilla drive-ins’ turn nostalgia on its head

    I will be perfectly honest here. (Isn’t your blog the place for True Confessions about unimportant things?) The reason I like that picture so much is that it makes me look skinny. I find myself not really caring if I look like a ghastly showboat. I mean, I am a ghastly showboat, but at least here I look like a skinny ghastly showboat.

    Tonight, I must attend a meeting of West Chester Borough Council to ask permission to use a municipally-owned structure for an upcoming showing. Since the story has been picked up by both the Inquirer and the Daily Local News (I checked; of course I checked!) I’m hoping that at least one of the folks on Council will have seen it, emboldening me to ask if we can go ahead with the flaming tire tracks and the careening VW bus.

  • It’s been four years since I flew — the Boarding Pylons where you line up to load onto the plane are new to me, and the way the snacks come (heaped in clear plastic Santa sacks, passed out by a flight attendant in shorts) is a change. But mostly the same. And it’s still awesome to look out the window!

    Over Colorado

  • Here’s a long-exposure photo that Stephen Whittam took at the Guerilla Drive-In Friday night, where we showed Ghostbusters at Fort Mifflin:

    "Ghostbusters" at Fort Mifflin

    Fort Mifflin is right next to the end of the runways at Philadelphia International Airport — you actually drive through a tunnel under the end of the runway to get to the fort. THe long streaks of light are the floodlights from a landing plane; the dots are its strobes.

    The combination of proton packs up on the screen, with gusty WHOOSH-es as the planes land right overhead, with the light sweeping in an arc around the crowd as the plane goes by, was actually pretty damn awesome.

    There was a very friendly reporter-and-photographer team from the Associated Press at the show. I spent some time getting my photo taken in various poses: “Now look like a cinema REBEL!” We finally got me doing a sort of a “Ha-DOUUUU-ken!” thing with one of the 16MM reels from the movie. Check a regional “entertainment” section near you for a portrait of me looking EXTREMELY BADICAL.

    The crowd seemed happy, I was not hit by lightning while riding out, the projector, didn’t explode, and I don’t think the Cub Scout troop who was staying the night there learned any new words from the movie (except for “dickless”, which I bet they knew already.) The next movie is Saturday night, June 27th — if you’d like to know where it’s going to be, get out there and find the MacGuffin!

  • In the late fall of 1777, hundreds of Continental Army soldiers huddled deep in the sepulchral casemates of Fort Mifflin during a brutal five-week siege and naval bombardment, delivered by every ship His Royal Majesty King George could throw at them.

    Stymied by Ben Franklin’s clever system of underwater spikes, the ships had no choice but to crack the fort if they were to proceed up the river to Philadelphia. And so they concentrated on capturing it- or smashing it. That’s bad enough, if you’re inside that casemate, with a few blocks of stone and a scant foot of earth between you and King George’s cannon. But it gets worse.

    The bombardment, the attacks, even the design of the siege engines used against the Fort — all of these were masterminded by Captain John Montresor, the VERY SAME MAN WHO HAD DESIGNED THE FORT ITSELF, before he quit in disgust when the Continental Congress granted him less than half the funds he needed to do the job right.

    Now this man, with all the mighty resources of the Empire behind him, was in charge of cracking the fort so the English navy could sail up the river to Philadelphia and crush the fledgling nation. Can you imagine the terror of knowing that every sledgehammer stroke delivered against the walls was guided by the man who best knew all the Fort’s weaknesses? Can you imagine wondering whether, at any moment, a new flaw will be exploited, a secret sally port revealed?

    During that attack, one of every five soldiers holding the fort was killed or wounded. Can you imagine being killed in that assault, and forced to haunt the smoking, underfunded ruin on a Delaware River mudflat for hundreds of years?

    Yeah, that would SUCK. And I expect you’d be ready for a good laugh. Which is EXACTLY what I plan on providing to those ragged Revolutionary specters tonight. Want to know more? DM or message @guerilladrivein on Twitter!

    Dave Perillo sent me this; I love it!

    PS. During the siege and bombardment, 85 of the 405 soldiers garrisoned at the Fort were killed or wounded. But they succeeded in their mission: the fort delayed the British navy long enough for Washington’s Continental Army to escape to Valley Forge and safety. Fort Mifflin is called “the fort that saved America”, and for good reason.