During my early years living in Weymouth Ma, my go to place to see the latest movies was the Cameo theater in Columbian Square.
The Cameo is a tiny two screen theater that’s been around for over 75 years in the same location. I liked the Cameo, but I have to admit the place was notorious for its sticky floors. I never knew why they were sticky all the time, and never bothered to find out.
For several years, I lived in the apartments next door to the Cameo so getting there was easy enough. Also, matinees at the Cameo were cheap back in the day, so my friends and I saw a bunch of movies there when we were young. I saw stuff there ranging from “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” to “Fahrenheit 9/11.”
One of my most memorable trips to the Cameo came in early 1992. It was during our February vacation when Laneit and I decided we needed to see “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle” starring Rebecca De Mornay. I wish I could remember why we decided we HAD to see this movie, because I just tried re-watching it, and I could not get through it.
Anyways, I asked my mom if Laneit could sleep over and she said yes. And later that night we walked over to the Cameo for the late showing of the movie. When we tried to buy our tickets, the young lady at the counter told us we needed to be accompanied by an adult because “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle” was rated R.
Neither Laneit, nor I wanted to give up so easily, so we ran back to my apartment and I asked my mother to come buy our tickets. She was a little surprised by the request, and asked what was so different about this movie.
I had to think fast, and came up with something along the lines of “We’re seeing a violent Bruce Willis movie.” I think that popped into my head because the other movie playing at the Cameo that night was Bruce Willis’ “The Last Boy Scout.”
My mother agreed, and walked over to the theater with us. She got our tickets, and returned home. Laneit and I were down right giddy, and headed into the theater with our giant popcorn and drink. For the next 90 plus minutes, we laughed, rolled our eyes, and shouted “That’s the guy from Ghostbusters!”
“The Hand That Rocks the Cradle” was not a good movie to say the least, but Laneit and I did have a good time. Plus, I learned three very important lessons that fateful night:
- My mom would be buying our tickets for future R rate movies
- Julianne Moore deserved better material
- Matt McCoy is the most bland actor in Hollywood