At last, I'm going to see my favorite 1950's science fiction movie on the big screen.

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6. It's at the Princeton Garden Theater, a non profit theater acquired from an old "for profit" theater.

My wife and I are members; the theater is a treasure. The University owns the theater and leases it to the non-profit organization that runs several old theaters in the region, basically as art houses, with some mainstream stuff as well.

You are right about 1950's attitudes in Forbidden Planet; in particular, the crew behaves like a caricature of a World War II Navy movie, with a weak dash of South Pacific thrown in.

My father was a navy veteran of the Second World War, so for me, if not for everyone, it has a certain nostalgic value, particularly as comic relief.

I grew up around that stuff. I think my father's years in the Navy were, despite the danger, magic to him; it took him out of Brooklyn and into the world.

The movie itself is, of course, a loose reworking of Shakespeare's The Tempest, with a dash of Sophocles Oedipus Rex thrown in.

It raised however, perhaps seeming crude for our overly and smugly sophisticated times, a question of the wisdom of technologies integrating our minds and our mind mimicing machines, and in that sense is, again, to use the word again, prescient, reminding us that humanity crawled out the mud of ancient seas.