January 2014 through December 2014 - Page 27

I f you’ve watched some of those movies from the forties on Turner Classics, you’ve more than likely come upon a nightclub scene where, say, Lizabeth Scott is called upon to sing a torch song. All of a sudden the story comes to a standstill. It’s no longer a motion picture. Movies, after all, are supposed to move, and seeing a “flick” means watching flickering images that blend in a magical way and transport you. To date, there’s no satisfactory explanation for these interruptions of story. Perhaps there was an arrangement with concession stands to lure people who wanted some more popcorn and didn’t want to mis