Airport ’77 is the first non-kiddie movie I remember seeing at a theater without parental supervision.
My parents dropped me off (along with a friend) at the Capri in Charlotte, NC, and I thought I was so sophisticated and adult by seeing this movie on my own. This wasn’t some animated movie playing during a summer morning to get the kids out of the house. I was going to a matinee of a movie meant for adults, and my parents weren’t with me!
It shouldn’t be surprising I had such thoughts in my head. After all, the ads had promised characters who were “a collection of the rich and the beautiful”: