We drove over to the Victorian Theatre to see Thy Kingdom Come, a documentary about the religious right.
The Victoria is a small, rather rundown theater in the Mission District. It’s very primitive. The concession stand sells only popcorn and Coke poured from a four-liter plastic bottle. The theater itself is obviously meant and still used for live performances. (Lights are still up for it.) It has the rococco appearance of an old vaudeville theater.
The help was casual and friendly, the audience small and partisan. As for the film, it was good, and I’m very glad Robertson had just come in a disappointing third in South Carolina. Otherwise, the film would have been too disturbing.
The pin to the reel fell off once, and there was a short interruption when they had to change reels, but we enjoyed ourselves.
From the vantage point of the 2024 election year and the shadow Trump casts, I can only shake my head and tell my younger self — who, of course, cannot hear me — she doesn’t truly know what “disturbing” means. Yet.
Pam Troy 
2 responses to “Sunday, March 6, 1988: Movie at the Victoria”
Mid-20’s me in 1988 used to refer to the then president as Ronald Rayguns. I didn’t know what disturbing meant then either. It took being shocked, that which shocked me becoming normalized, rinse and repeat for years on end, for it to fully sink in.
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I remember hating the fact that Ronald Reagan made Richard Nixon look preferable as a leader. At least when Nixon claimed, during Watergate, that he’d had no idea what was going on, nobody believed him, because the creep was plainly smart, didn’t miss a thing, and knew EVERYTHING that was going on. With Reagan, it was all too believable.
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