I saw the US theatrical release of
Mad Max at the Nile Theatre on infamous 19th Street in Bakersfield, California, on Friday, December 12, 1980. I know this because I wrote it in my journal. It changed my life.
In late 1980, I was seeing very short TV commercials for this
Mad Max movie (none of which I've seen since). The scene I remember most from the previews is the sped-up shot of the Pursuit Special coming up behind Toecutter. I'm not sure what my reaction was. I was supposed to go see
Flash Gordon with my buddies, but they decided they wanted to see MM instead. I was 15 at the time, and some of my friends were 17 and older, so I was able to get in with them. Including my two buddies and me, there were exactly 4 people in the audience. We had used complimentary passes to get in; before the screening, the manager came down and told us that since he had only one paid admission, he wouldn't be showing the second feature. Not that it mattered.
I had never been a car guy, but after the movie, I became...well, slightly more of a car guy. I wrote to Filmways, the company that took over American International Pictures (part of the reason for the hurried US dub and release of MM), at least twice, begging for anything they could give me that was Max-related. (Knowing nothing about film distribution, I even wrote to the costume and prop departments asking for badges and vehicle plans! Hey, I was 15.) Mr. Robert Rembert, the publicity executive, finally responded to my entreaties with a large envelope which included the US one-sheet poster, an advance press proof, and black and white lobby cards. I went, to use the technical term, apeshit. Surprisingly, the cable movie channels started showing MM1 the following year, which is pretty amazing considering how long it used to take for a movie to get released to cable and TV. I'd sneak across the street to my best friend's house after bedtime to watch it when it was on.
In 1981
The Road Warrior was released and I saw it numerous times at the theater. I've been hooked ever since. That same year I turned 16, and the first car I looked at was a 1973 Mustang Mach 1. Black. Big meaty tires. Asking price, $4,000. My dad said, "No way."
That was probably a smart move.