I had seen the pre-movie and pre-tragedy hype for the movie in 1982 At that time, I was attending The Ohio State University. (Never forget that "The," people. Goodness knows why, but....) I saw absolutely no first-run movies at the time, so I didn't see Brainstorm until late 1983 or 1984.
By that time, I had graduated and moved back to my native red soil in North Carolina. I finally saw this terrific movie at a second-run house in Raleigh. I was staying with my cousin while I job hunted around the Raleigh/Durham area. I had spent the better part of that morning in the claustrophobia-inducing application area of one of the RTP outfits, along with about 50 other people. Strange room -- it was as though the space had originally been two back-to-back walk-in closets with the common wall knocked out. Odder still, people in white lab coats (did the mail room people wear them, too?) kept scurrying to and fro -- "Excuse me. Pardon me. Oh, I'm so sorry...." -- using this area as a corridor. It was an incredibly bizarre set-up.
So when Christopher Walken is hauling his recumbent bike through the reception area, I thought, "Waitaminute...," and when they showed the exterior, I blurted out, "Beth! That's Burroughs-Wellcome! I was just there today!"
The rest of the (thankfully sparse) crowd turned and stared, some aggravated, others amused. My cousin stage-whispered, "She's not from here," which mollified the mob before they got out the pitchforks and torches. I was mortified. Beth is still telling that story at family get-togethers.
Now that I'm back in Ohio, I miss NC, particularly those long, musty-smelling, gorgeous autumns, one of which is beautifully depicted in Brainstorm. I miss the drawls, the red clay, and the barbeque (with hush puppies, of course).
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