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Jim Crowley, owner of the Brandell Theater, stood on the sidewalk staring up at the marquee. It read, “Weekly Classic Movie,” and under that, The Sound of Music.
Jim showed old classics during the week and saved the first-run movies for weekends. Week-night business was slow, and new releases were expensive, so alternating the old movies on week-nights with the new ones on week-ends worked out fine, especially since so many of the counties older residents appreciated the old ones more—“Less sex and violence,” they’d comment.
Jim stood there looking up at the marquee. “What crap,” he growled. “Schmaltzy kids and faggoty Nazis singing shitty old folk songs.”
Jim went inside, and a few minutes later emerged from the storage room with a ladder and enough black plastic letters to change The Sound of Music to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
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