When I was a child growing up on the Gulf Coast, the best place to be on a hot summer afternoon was at the movies. They were air conditioned and usually offered a double feature, so it was comfortable and my parents or grandparents were happy to park me somewhere for three hours and get some other things done. Most of these films, of course, were what we call “B” movies—cheaply made with low production values and second-tier actors and actresses. There were exceptions, but most of these films were just an excuse to disengage in a comfortable setting and stay out of trouble. I have been to eleven movies so far this year. Given that I have a teenage grandson and several younger grand-children (including a great-grandchild) who live locally, most of the movies that I have seen are not art house classics. What has struck me, however, is that the majority of these films are really “B” movies but with multimillion dollar budgets and performers who have box offic...
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