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Thursday, December 25, 2025

2 Five, 2 Furious

I don't want to say I expected little from 2025, but when it began, I marked the ball drop with a shot of Malort, and days before posting this, I allowed a camera and other tools to enter my colon. Going in with a bad taste in my mouth, and going out with an inventory of things that should have killed me but didn't, that's as good a metaphor for this anno domini of utter dummery. I was lucky enough to not be in Cincinnati during their massive snowfall, I was a safe distance from all the fire zones in Southern California, someone I knew for over 40 years dropped their mask and told me straight out what kind of  sodomite they believed me to be and I didn't even give them the satisfaction of a raised eyebrow, and despite having features so ethnically ambiguous as to be a bigot's wet dream, I have not yet been accosted by any mercenaries with thrift store camo and covered faces. Not. Yet.


Either God is uniquely looking out for me, or Satan has lousy recon.

The people who don't have the advantage of blending into the rabble...the ones I'm privileged to know personally, they made it through to the end of the year with me as well, some with more battle scars than others. I'm relieved for them. I am keenly aware, however, that ones that you may know, or ones that people whom you know keep tabs on that you didn't know about, didn't make it, be it dungeon, fire, or sword that claimed them. I am aching with you.

There is plenty in this country, in this world, that has taken place, that is still happening the very minute you're reading this, that angers me. The most frustrating above all, is that even if a benevolent outer space monster came down and ate every individual responsible for it all tomorrow morning, the seeds that have been planted will take generations to uproot. I was led to believe as a child that civilization would continue to evolve towards some form of universal empathy and goodwill, and now it would appear that from now until the day my marker gets called that the best that I will witness in that shrinking window is mere damage control and reconstruction.

So, kids, who wantsta talkbout movies???

One quantum of solace in a year's quandry of shit - more physical media releases with my involvement!

DROP ZONE

Contributor: Liner notes essay 

"[I] very proudly have put together a dream package [for a] film that nobody would ever have expected to see get a double disc UHD/BD release with forty pages of essays (from myself, Bilge Ebiri, Marc Edward Heuck and Simon Abrams) two commentary tracks (including one with me, Badham and cinematographer Roy H. Wagner) and a handful of insightful, and fun, video pieces." - Justin LaLiberty, Curator of Cinématographe, Producer at Vinegar Syndrome 



TUNNEL VISION

Contributor: Commentary track

"Heuck has a hard time keeping his political biases out of the discussion but gives a thorough summary of the cast and production." - Christopher Zabel, DoBlu dot com

“It’s fucking great...I’m super impressed. I’m really happy you did it!” - Stuart Shapiro, co-creator of "NIGHT FLIGHT" and producer/presenter of TUNNEL VISION



BREAKING GLASS

Contributor: Commentary track

"Mark Edward Heuck provides a new commentary for BREAKING GLASS, examining the complicated history of the film, including its prehistory and eventual release in different forms. He does break down the differences between the two versions...provides some helpful cultural history about what was happening in the U.K. at the time...and traces the personal challenges that Hazel O’Connor underwent after the film was released." - Stephen Bjork, The Digital Bits


LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE FABULOUS STAINS

Contributor: Alternate cover artwork created with Scott Saslow; newly recorded audio commentary; additional newly recorded audio commentary with Jake Fogelnest; archival audio interview with "NIGHT FLIGHT" co-creator Stuart Shapiro; deleted scenes commentary with Jonathan Hertzberg


THE VISITOR

Contributor: Liner notes essay

“Well this is really something special - I started reading this and just wasn't even remotely prepared for the emotional twist it took, which is very beautiful and very moving indeed. [To] my eye this is really fantastic, and it's such a privilege to be able to include it in this release. Thank you for opening yourself up like this and sharing this with us, it really is special.”  - Alexandra Heller-Nicholas, disc producer for Arrow Films

[Some of you may remember I recorded a commentary track with Joanne Nail for the 2010 Code Red DVD of THE VISITOR. Arrow tried very hard to obtain permission to include it for this new upgrade, but apparently, since they didn't leave a will or contingency plan for the event of their demise, whoever is taking care of the Olsen brothers' assets after their departure, was...not cooperative. Please buy this new 4K edition, and keep that old DVD if you got it!]

AVAILABLE 2/17/26 - PRE-ORDER HERE

SHOESTRING SLASHERS PART II

Contributor: Archival commentary track for NIGHT OF THE DRIBBLER with star Fred Travalena (RIP) and filmmaker/fan Scott Spiegel (RIP)

“Extras include an audio commentary track with star Fred Travalena and Scott Spiegel (INTRUDER), moderated by ‘BEAT THE GEEKS’ Movie Geek, Marc Edward Heuck. The three men spend most of the track pointing out the film's obvious flaws and in doing so, are a thousand times funnier than the film itself. Fred also gets a chance to talk about his career, including his many late night television guest appearances as well as showcasing a number of his impressions.” - Jason McElreath, DVD Drive-In

“The sense of humor behind the track is a good one and anyone who remembers Heuck from the far too short lived ‘BEAT THE GEEKS’ show knows he can be pretty sarcastic when he wants to, as such, he's a good choice to moderate this discussion. Travalena talks about some of the people who he worked with on the project, discusses some of the locations, and generally just seems to be having a good time here...” - Ian Jane, DVD Talk


And again, that's solely the stuff that has been announced within this year. I have a little more work that's in the can but not yet on the wire. But I urge you not to claw onto thoughts of terror; I'll give you all the clues.


We don't have a Jury Prize this year, but I deliriously award my Runaway Jury Prize to GABBY'S DOLLHOUSE: THE MOVIE. I knew nothing of the prolific Netflix series that inspired it, and I never got invited to the homes of parents with kids that did; all I knew going in was cats, pastels, and Kristin Wiig. Because was it not Godard who said all you need to make a movie is a girl and a cat? Months after its brief theatrical run, I still have yet to encounter a narcotic that has put me in a state of giddy bliss in the manner that GABBY'S DOLLHOUSE has. If you have been wondering where the next THE APPLE, TEEN WITCH, STANDING OVATION, or OOGIELOVES would come from, if you've ever watched hours of middle school-centered anime and just thought, "NOT! CUTE! ENOUGH!", if you've been chasing a dragon made out of cotton candy and ketamine, here it is. And yet, still safe for children!


Ten Worthwhile Films Nobody Saw But Me
Americana
Anything That Moves
Bob Trevino Likes It
Chain Reactions
Dangerous Animals
Mickey 17
Queen of the Ring
Relay
Silent Night Deadly Night [yes, they remade it again]
The Things You Kill


Better live now, before the ICE groypers come knockin' at your door, it's the Top 13 of 2025

13. SIRAT

12. HEDDA

11. BLUE MOON

10. FRANKENSTEIN

9. TRAIN DREAMS

8. IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT

7. SHE RIDES SHOTGUN

6. THE SECRET AGENT

5. SPLITSVILLE

4. ONE BATTLE AFTER ANOTHER

3. SORRY BABY

2. EEPHUS

1. SINNERS



Finally, for as much as a Funeral Parade of Giants pressed forward throughout this year, I mostly linger on many dark and ruefully humorous thoughts months after the wake of losing my valued friend Michael Schlesinger. Frankly, I think he is in the spirit realm guffawing at how this past January, amidst the horrifying rash of fires in his (and mine) adopted home of Los Angeles, he was in one of the cleanest, safest places possible - almost a month in Cedars Sinai Hospital - and yet the Reaper still found him.

Then again, his terrible puns would be the death of anyone.

Obits have covered his rich life of film devotion, but in brief, you can thank him for easy access to DANGER: DIABOLIK, IT'S ALL TRUE, THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE, several Jackie Chan and Millennium Godzilla films, and THE LOST SKELETON OF CADAVRA. Along with the unabridged LAWRENCE OF ARABIA and a Criterion-level edition of IT'S A MAD MAD MAD MAD WORLD.

I thank him simply for paving the way as a very funny and film-literate Ohioan made good in Hollywood. And we mutually delivered groaners to each other for decades.

As That Man Who Appreciated The Three Stooges On a Much Deeper Level Than You, I've no doubt that after leaving this plain, he showed up at the dinner party of souls and was met by an officious Vernon Dent, harumphing that he'd arrived much too early.

“I was born and raised in Dayton, Ohio. Parents both fled Germany – dad was a grocer, mom was a housewife. Not a very warm and loving household so the movies as well as TV were kind of an escape for me...They didn’t talk much about it for obvious reasons...they weren’t very talkative. That’s partly from being German I guess, and partly from how they were constructed...I don’t know that anybody gets up in the morning and says, ‘Oh I’ll have Rice Krispies and become a film buff.’ Why are some people attracted to sports or attracted to literature or mathematics or science? It’s just something programmed into us that’s intangible. But living in a house where there was not a lot of conversation, certainly not directed at me – actors became my second family. Or even my first one, perhaps.


Michael Schlesinger, September 4, 1950 - January 9, 2025


It may sound counterproductive in a time when it seems spoiled brats are running amok, but I pray you can still connect with your solemn wide-eyed child of long ago that always finds this season so magic.



Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Here Two Four

2024. This was the year that, for me, I finally broke out in a big way. Projects I had devoted years, in one case nigh a decade, of my life left the realm of "work-in-progress" and became real things. I was invited, welcomed, to contribute to physical media releases of movies people have actually seen. Boutique BluRay labels were publicly regarding me as an asset. I was gonna make it after all!!!



And then November, the same month when the news broke about all my work...well, you know; you were there. I can only be honest; it took so much wind out of me, dark voices got in my head, offering bad ideas. And to be out in the world trying to take my victory lap and promote my old shrill chalky  Resting Murder Face while so many people I cared about were...not in any sort of mood for trifles...felt wrong. It was the equivalent of the "REVIEW WITH FORREST MACNEIL" episode where Forrest and his father-in-law go to flight school: we watched a horrifying sight in real time, but...ummm...SPACE WAS AWESOME?



Thankfully, it was during a session of research for another project that I somehow found myself re-reading a Roger Ebert review, and the words he used to describe its protagonist hit something in me. To adapt them to my heart's situation, I am using the only gift at my command to protect the folks I love: If I had a weapon, I'd directly attack the villains; If I had an army, I would destroy them. But all I am is an aesthete, and movies, that invention that Mr. Ebert called "empathy machines," are my superpower. I elevate the art I love and the artists who make them because THEY have value. And I present these recommendations to you in the hope you will embrace them also, because YOU have value.


So yes, I am going to take pride in what I've done. I am going to self-promote. I'm going to enjoy my good reviews. If you have it in you to be happy for me, that's kind of you. If you find this all unbecoming, I understand, and I offer you the floor to suggest what I can do that will be of better service for you.


Now, on with the Hit Parade:

HOLLYWOOD 90028

BluRay Associate Producer. Liner notes essay; Commentary track with author/programmer Heidi Honeycutt; On-Camera interview with actor Christopher Augustine; Off-Camera interview with Tom DiSimone

"The Blu-Ray Event Of The Year" -Fangoria Magazine

"A ferocious time capsule of 1970s Los Angeles that expertly bounces between Cassavetes style realism, self-reflexive art film, and scuzzy exploitation.  I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen." - Larry Karaszewski, co-writer of ED WOOD and DOLEMITE IS MY NAME

"Part indie arthouse, part grindhouse and part historical travelogue of a now-vanished Los Angeles. Cursed with being decades ahead of its time, HOLLYWOOD 90028, Christina Hornisher's sole feature film, is a must-see." - Sean Baker, director of TANGERINE and ANORA


VIXEN

Contributor. On-camera featurette

"The film's historical significance gets covered very well in the new featurette 'Entertainment...Or Obscenity?' with Marc Edward Heuck offering a witty overview of the film's tumultuous, three-year legal battle with the censorship board in his hometown of Cincinnati (where the film is still technically banned to this day!) starting five days into its theatrical run, including the history of the theater at the epicenter of the scandal." - Nathaniel Thompson, Mondo Digital

"I love this featurette" - David Gregory, founder and president of Severin Films


LOOKING FOR MR. GOODBAR

Contributor. Liner notes essay

First physical media release since 1997.





THE CELL

Contributor. Liner notes essay

"This is fucking great. Honestly, you are one of the very very few writers who - even if I know what angle you are going to take - I genuinely have no idea how you are going to get me there, and it is always a delight and a surprise. I absolutely guarantee no one else is going to present as compelling an argument about this film...the meat of this is very compelling and very charming, and I am so tickled that you agreed to come on board for this one!" - Alexandra Heller-Nicholas, disc producer for Arrow Films


WELCOME TO FUN CITY

BluRay Associate Producer. Provider, facilitator, and trafficker for several trailers in the compilation. Commentary tracks on selected trailers.

"A 2-disc collection of some 200 theatrical trailers, TV spots and radio spots, sourced entirely from fresh scans of original film and audio materials, is a first-of-its-kind document of New York, as it appeared on film during the Fun City era. Each trailer and TV spot is accompanied by a unique, optional audio commentary track from a varied roster of esteemed film journalists, programmers, academics, historians, podcasters, industry professionals and filmmakers."


GRAVEYARD SHIFT

Contributor. Commentary track with historian Howard S. Berger



That covers the stuff that has been announced. There's more I've completed that is yet to be announced. I ask the visitor to this blog to give me an inch of patience before I can reveal when these future releases will be put out.

Oh yes, and amidst all the preparation and negotiation and writing and waiting and hurrying up and waiting and hurrying up that these enterprises entailed, I went out to see lots and lots of movies too. So after you're done consuming all my offerings, these are what you seek out next.


Ten Worthwhile Films Nobody Saw But Me
Black-Eyed Susan
Chasing Chasing Amy
Do Not Expect Too Much from the End of the World
The Feeling that the Time for Doing Something Has Passed
The 4:30 Movie
I Used to be Funny
The Instigators
Oddity
Snack Shack
The Three Summers

Alright, light the Xenons if you got 'em: the Top 13 of 2024

13. FLOW

12. RED ROOMS

11. ANORA

10. CHRISTMAS EVE IN MILLER'S POINT

9. LOVE LIES BLEEDING

8. BLITZ

7. MEGALOPOLIS

6. THE PEOPLE'S JOKER

5. FURIOSA: A MAD MAX SAGA

4. THE SEED OF THE SACRED FIG

3. HUNDREDS OF BEAVERS

2. THE BRUTALIST

1. I SAW THE TV GLOW


Seeing how I had been contemplating my mixed feelings about blowing my horn amidst a collective rising groan, I have to reflect on how this year, a very forceful voice who would have told me to can the modesty got silenced. Indeed, he may well have been my greatest hype man. He went to the trouble of telling the world (or at least, the world within his Facebook feed) at great length why he thought I was worth it.

December 13, 2013

MARC EDWARD HEUCK

A summer day, sunshine falling bright and hard on Cincinnati, the smell of chlorine and coconut oil and cooking hot dogs in the air around Clifton Meadows Swim Club. I am perhaps 11, so it is 1978-ish. This crazy, dorky kid, a year or so my junior, has produced a newspaper from the ugly brown Samsonite briefcase he lugs everywhere. The newspaper's banner headline screams:

"MACHO" MARC HEUCK TO APPEAR IN PLAYGIRL!!!

Macho Marc, himself, parades the dummied-up paper, something from some Upper Penninsula tourist pit, all around the Meadows. He vehemently insists the paper is real, the story true.

Marc Heuck knows how to make an impression. No one who meets Marc ever forgets it. I have not. 

That was not my first encounter with Marc. Both Clifton kids, his grandparents owned the elegant brownstone apartment house right next to the rowhouse where my childhood friend, Tommy Wells. lived. Tommy and I would see Marc as he arrived with his mom and say hi and then he'd go inside.

Marc was a Catholic kid, meaning he went to Annunciation School, not Clifton Elementary. Meaning once I switched to Lottspiech in 4th grade and stopped palling around with Tommy, I did not see Marc much. Except for summer, either at the Meadows or the rec center's day camp. 

As you might guess, a little kid lugging an old Samsonite briefcase around, so crammed full of comics and papers and who-knew-what he listed to starboard as he walked, was not King Kool around the 'hood. Marc ate shit breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And sometimes, I helped feed him. 

When we were kids, there was no nerd unity, no nerd power. We were marked, culled from the herd, and taken down. I wanted to be popular, accepted, cool way too much to treat Marc well. I saw everything I was ashamed of in myself in Marc. And he had the gall to be proud, to be his dorky self with no apology. How dare he, right?

Marc, perhaps so inured to his status he saw nothing to lose, fought back. He gave as good as he got, nailing me in the nuts right after I nailed him, at morning assembly at Fort Scott in the summer of '84.

I am not remotely proud of my behavior back when. I am quite proud to say that Marc is of such impeccable character he looked past all that when I transferred to Bacon at the start of junior year. I needed a friend. Marc stepped up and offered his hand. That hand has not been withdrawn since.

Marc Heuck is an estimable man. 

The next two years, Marc and I were tight. Both in Drama Guild, where I cast him as the lead in my student-directed segment of the Fall '85 play. Marc was not a natural actor. I was a tyrannical director. But Marc gave his all, and he nailed it. 

We shared all the pain, the frustration of forever hearing "Let's just be friends" from the girls we pursued, regardless of our geekdom. I got Marc drunk for his first time at the St. Rita festival the summer after I graduated. Later that night, Marc hurled while drunk the first time. In my toilet. Rarely have I seen the man move so fast. 

We vacationed together. We went to movies together. We tried to get a show on WAIF together. A mix of comedic bits and alt rock, we would have been ahead of our time.

Marc and I saw less of each other after high school, of course. He went to OSU, to film school, and I went all over the place. But Marc stayed in touch, seeing me pretty much anytime he was in town. During his too-brief eun as the Movie Geek on Comedy Central's Beat the Geeks I got to go out and see him in LA, where he still lives. Success did not faze Marc. I am not sure he knew he was successful. And that is my man, all the way.

It is not easy, being a professional iconoclast, even in this age of Geek Chic. Marc pays a price to be himself, not always happily, but he has been at it a long time and he endures. He is a thoroughbred. 

He is my friend. And he is absolutely King Kool.


Russ, the last thing this world needs now are kings. And frankly, there's a little too much Too Kool for School going on as well. Thus, I respectfully relinquish this title; may it lay next to your resting soul as a token of a simpler, happier time. 


The last DM you sent me, on June 29, we were talking about weird things that scared us as kids, cryptids and closing TV logos, and you came up with this inspired statement:


"I think: that's how it is to be a kid - the imagination is in the driver's seat. All kinds of weird shit is scary, and no amount of parental reassurance can conquer those fears."


You never forgot about that time. Consequently, there's a lot I will remember of our decades. 


"Friends of mine prefer animals to man. That's ok. Man betrays. Driven by multifold fears, he hurts and kills, destroys beauty, ravages nature. Strangely, this is why I prefer man. He never fails to fascinate and amaze. Conversely, man creates work like the Watts Towers, beauty wrought from waste. He writes poetry, paints, sculpts, sings, plays the guitar solos on 'Marquee Moon.' He loves. He yearns, moves, discovers. He is never not interesting. Fish never wrote 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.' Rabbits never wondered how to reach the moon."



 - Charles Edward Russell Wait II Russ Wait, Nov. 24, 1967 - July 15, 2024

Monday, December 25, 2023

2023 and me

Sometimes at this point of the year, I get super-introspective. But this time out I'm tabling the philosophising for a different day. I reckon you can find plenty of deep thoughts elsewhere on the internet machine right now - too many at this moment it seems - thus if you came here, you really wanted only to immerse deeply in cultural arcana.

Call it shop talk, call it inside baseball, call it compulsive wonkery, but this is what I do better than.

All year long, I've been asked what I'm up to. And there have been two projects that I've thrown the bulk of my time and energy on. I was already hip deep in these two projects last year as well. I'm sure everyone has heard of how the business of the show is a "Hurry up and wait" process, and yes, I've had several instances of scrambling to get a task done, and then waiting seemingly months for the results. All the while, there's factors beyond that keep slowing things down. And after you've told your parents the same "to be determined" story for the fourth time, yeah, it's confounding.

Thankfully, at least one of these is out of my hands, and within a few months, can be in yours.

Over 20 years after she passed away in the shadows, 18 years after I first saw her sole feature film, and 8 years after I became her de facto tubthumper, I am extremely proud and pleased to say that the late Christina Hornisher will finally receive some flowers, as her long-hard-to-see artsploitation drama HOLLYWOOD 90028 will come to BluRay, its first official U.S. physical media release. And that I will have my contributions all over it, including a painstakingly revised essay on her career and my journey retracing it. The trust, counseling, support, and respect I've received from Bob Murawski and David Szulkin at Grindhouse Releasing, Heidi Honeycutt and Etheria Film Festival, the surviving cast who spoke on the record, and the people who loved Tina, has been rewarding. And seeing the film itself, in advance of this BluRay edition, get screened over the last year and a half to a sell-out house at New Beverly, and to charged reception in international festival settings, tells me that betting on this longshot was the right choice. There's no street date yet, but my Impulse tells me you'll be able to have it in your hands by Spring.


Meanwhile, I cannot as yet disclose what I am specifically working on for Jonathan Hertzberg and his terrific Fun City Editions label. I can say that after years of correspondence that began from our mutual movie blogging, where we geeked out on the same minutiae of movie presentation most take for granted, it's been a thrill to engage with him in the elevated and significant manner that I have since he first launched the brand. I've been combing libraries, archives, collectors, and other less-visited venues, all in the name of creating a singular cinemanic experience in the home theater, and maybe beyond there as well. When you ultimately see what I've helped produce, I suspect when I ask you "how'm I doin'," you'll reply in the affirmative. Meanwhile, buy all the FCE BluRays. Especially Michael Ritchie's SMILE.


For the first time in ages, I am in the position to offer all the adjacent movie pick perks that became sadly sporadic in recent years. That's always a plus for me.

Not just a standard Jury Prize, but also, in a sense, a Justice Deferred Now Achieved Prize, goes to Jason Rutherford's epic sprawling chronicle of exploitation filmmaking MASTERS OF THE GRIND. I was involved as a talking head and filmed my material a decade and a half before, and at least one interview subject I brought to the project (who, unfortunately, did not make the cut) has since gone to the celestial green room. Indeed several of the people you hear from in this film have left us, filmmakers and actors that, even in the geek revolution of zines and DVD commentaries, never got the chance to expound at length as they received in this documentary, and having their testimony captured for posterity is important. Four hours may seem excessive to devote to the rise, decline, and extended wake for grindhouse auteurs, but ya know what, you could say the same thing for Ken Burns devoting 18 hours to baseball; if you're into the subject, the time commitment will be worth it.

And the covertly-coveted Runaway Jury Prize I gleefully confer upon Timothy Scott Bogart's biopic of his father Neil Bogart, SPINNING GOLD. Maybe a better filmmaker with a bigger budget could have made a more dignified and well-rounded history of the maverick producer who shepherded three record labels and several iconic singers. But when you've got a a master of chutzpah and self-promotion as your topic, is that what you really want? Or do you want to get a high octane taste of how he would tell his own life's story? No money for needle-drops? Fuck it! Actors who look nothing like the legendary artists they're portraying? Fuck it! Green screen work that looks cheaper than yr mom? Fuck it! SPINNING GOLD is the Bogart children giving their dad a victory lap, and as Bobby Heenan said, bragging isn't bragging when you can do it. And harp on its many flaws, with good reason, but I had way more fun watching this than I did with BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY or ROCKETMAN. 


Ten Worthwhile Films Nobody Saw But Me
The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster
Cobweb (the Samuel Bodin one, not the Kim Jee-woon one...yet)
Earth Mama
Of An Age
The Outwaters
Polite Society
Rye Lane
Saturn Bowling
The Unknown Country
When Evil Lurks


And seeing as you sat through all the self-promotion and the hot takes (and thank you for that), it's time to deliver the goods: the Top 13 of 2023:


13. ARE YOU THERE GOD? IT'S ME, MARGARET

12. MUTT

11. A THOUSAND AND ONE

10. BOTTOMS

9. THE BOY AND THE HERON

8. SKINAMARINK

7. PAST LIVES

6. OPPENHEIMER

5. POOR THINGS

4. FAIR PLAY

3. MONSTER

2. KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

1. HOW TO BLOW UP A PIPELINE



This year's requiem goes not to a person, instead to a place. One of several places that, while valued solely as a patch of land by speculators, were treasured points of convergence for families, lovers, and loners, all of whom owned a set of wheels, a lot of free time after sunset, and a love of watching dreams flicker in the moonlight.

“[There are] people that come from outside of the city to see the drive-in theater. They don’t come to see warehouses…There should be families smiling and making memories on that property.¨
- Robert Wilkiewicz, Pomona resident, to Montclair High School student


- Mission Tiki Drive-In, May 28, 1956 - January 22, 2023