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September 28, 2017: Goldfinger vs Marnie; Sean Connery was everywhere in the 60’s.

September 28, 2017: Goldfinger vs Marnie;
Sean Connery was everywhere in the 60’s.

By Anna Borris.

“Seeing a group of 4 ten-year-olds giving up part of their weekends to sell pedal-powered green smoothies was indescribable.”

All Mike and Dave wanted to do was to catch a Number 2 bus on Wellington Street and head downtown to see the new James Bond movie, “Goldfinger” starring Sean Connery. Their first mistake was to invite Karen and me to come with them. Goldfinger wasn’t our first choice, and we were always sidetracked by the many things to do along the way.

We started at my house, and ambled along Wellington Street, but as we passed Beamish’s, it occurred to me that it was time to start looking for some new fall clothes. I’d had my eye on a corduroy jacket in the window, but so far my budget didn’t stretch that far.

“You don’t mind if we stop in at Beamish’s do you?” I asked with my most persuasive grin.

Mike couldn’t help rolling his eyes and Dave sighed loudly. They had a good idea how the day would go once we started looking at clothes and makeup.

“Why don’t you meet us downtown later?” Dave suggested. “We can hang around the Honeydew on Bank Street for a while then meet you at the Regent.” The Regent Theatre at Bank and Sparks played first-run movies and was, along with the Capitol at Queen and Bank, one of downtown’s high points for Ottawa movie goers.

“OK, here comes your bus, maybe we’ll see you downtown later.” Karen agreed.

We tried on a few things, but I had no luck finding anything that I liked. Karen found some jeans she absolutely had to buy. Of course we were drawn to the makeup counter, looking for the latest shades of eyeshadow, lipstick and nail polish.

Just as we left Beamish’s another bus went by, so we stopped in the Bata shoe store window to admire the sling backs and the square toed dressy shoes with buckles. No more buses appeared, so we hurried on down the street sprinting past the Elmdale Theatre and the Grace Hospital. When we approached Sherbrooke Avenue we realized we were starving. Starving meant chips and gravy so we turned in the door of the Galaxy restaurant, totally out of breath. “Where’s the fire?” asked George, the friendly owner. “Where have you been lately?” asked his brother Frank.

“There’s one of the pool-hall boys” Karen whispered after we settled into a booth. Sure enough a tall lanky version of Fonzie sloped into the restaurant to buy cigarettes, then headed back across the street to the second-storey pool hall. We thought the boys who frequented the pool hall were dangerously fascinating, although they never gave us a second glance; we were far too immature to interest them.

“Do you really feel like going downtown now?” I asked Karen, when we were stuffed full of chips.

“Not really, even though we’ll miss seeing Sean Connery.” Karen replied. “Let’s go back to the Elmdale instead. Marnie’s playing, it’s an Alfred Hitchcock movie.”

“I haven’t been to the Elmdale since I took my five year old cousin to see ‘The Birds’ last year,” I said with regret. “Can you believe I did that? I think I traumatized her for life, but I really didn’t know it was a horror movie. Let’s go to the Elmdale.”

“OK. We’ll tell the boys we somehow got distracted, they know what that’s like.”

Without a second thought we backtracked down Wellington Street to the Elmdale Theatre and arrived just in time for an afternoon full of suspense where, to our surprise and delight, the stars of ‘Marnie’ were Tippi Hedren and Sean Connery.

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