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Theatrical re-releases used to be common, for the simple reason that the theater offered the only way to see a film. Before television, if you missed a movie on its first run, and didn’t catch it as it made its way to the second-run moviehouses or when it was the bottom half of a double-bill, it was gone forever and you’d never have an opportunity to see it again. Unless the studio brought it back. Re-releases became an important way for studios to wring a few more bucks out of an old property. They also filled blank spots on their release schedules in a time when theaters were owned by the studios, theatrical runs were shorter and the studios felt more of a responsibility to keep the exhibitors fed.Original poster (1948).Re-release poster — notably less interesting than the original.Re-releases usually involved blockbusters, major hits, and smaller films that still had profit potential. I remember reading somewhere that ‘King Kong’ was the first major studio film to be re-released to theaters after its initial run. That would surprise me if true, because movies had been around more than 30 years at that point. But certainly, if you make a study of movie posters and other such arcana, you will find much evidence that re-releases became an important trend in the late thirties, all the way through the ‘70s. Seemed like “Gone With the Wind” returned to theaters like clockwork every seven years after its initial release in 1939. I personally recall the excitement that attended the re-release of five Hitchcock films in the early ’80s.Original poster (1947).Re-release poster (1953) — a rare example of a re-release poster more striking than the original. Note also that Richard Widmark’s star seems to have risen.These re-releases were quite common. I was looking recently at the RKO and Republic release schedules for the ’50s (on Wikipedia) and was struck at the high percentage of films that were repeats — probably because these struggling studios were having trouble generating new product. On my wall I have the poster from the 1953 re-release of “Kiss of Death,” and in my closet I have the re-release posters from “I Wake Up Screaming” and “Call Northside 777.” Heck, half the trailers you see during breaks in programming on TCM aren’t original — they’re from the re-releases. Generally you’ll see some sort of notation on the posters and the trailers that a re-release is an “encore hit” or some such phrase. Sometimes the original poster art would be duplicated; sometimes it would be reproduced in just two colors to save money — and sometimes the re-release posters contained entirely new art and were more interesting than the originals.Original poster (1941 — preliminary version; picture was retitled prior to original release).Re-release poster.Sometimes the re-releases would use a different title — something that might convince an audience a re-release was a new property. For instance, another favorite poster on my wall is “Underground Spy,” the retitled re-release of “The Red Menace.” “Private Hell 36” became “Baby Face Killers.” And so on.Original poster (1949 - insert version).Re-release poster with alternate title and new art.Original poster (1954).Re-release poster with alternate title. Note two-color printing.Sometimes a re-release would take place when an actor or actress achieved new prominence. Marilyn Monroe had a bit part in “The Asphalt Jungle,” and wasn’t mentioned on the original posters in 1950. But she was a star by the time the movie was re-released in 1955, and the new posters made it look like she was the central player.Original poster (1950).Re-release poster.So why did re-releases die out? The most obvious reason is that new viewing options became available. First was TV — old movies were a staple of local programming. But that didn’t end the practice, because the studios at first only allowed the airing of their earliest movies — MGM, for example, initially allowed the showing only of its pre-1949 library on TV, and withheld “Gone With the Wind,” because there was still money to be made in theaters. Most re-releases were of films less than 10 years old, and the studios retained control of those more-recent films. But the biggest reason TV didn’t impact re-releases was that audiences really were at the mercy of TV programmers. If you blinked, you’d miss the one-time TV showing. Re-releases were affected more by a couple of developments that came later. The first is the rise of home video, starting in the late ‘70s, which made it possible to see older movies practically on demand. The second is the demise of the double feature, which faded away between 1979 and 1981. There were fewer exhibition slots to fill.The last major studio re-release, in the old sense, that caught my attention, was the five Universal Studios Hitchcock films I mentioned above. In 1983, “Vertigo,” “Rope,” “The Trouble With Harry,” “The Man Who Knew Too Much” and “Rear Window” had been out of theaters for years; they were not available for private rental, and they had been withdrawn from television. These remained hot properties precisely because they had been unseen for such a long time — that only whetted the desire of people like me to go see them. But in an age when everything was suddenly being re-released on videocassette, these were the exceptions and not the rule.Original poster (1955).Re-release poster (1983).Certainly we have seen re-releases since then, but they have not followed the same pattern. Instead of seeing an old title released to hundreds of theaters in the same manner as first-run features, we might see a certain outstanding title in select theaters for a limited run, often with unseen “restored” footage — the so-called “director’s cuts.” These serve the same purpose — wringing a few more dollars out of an old property — but the theatrical runs serve mainly to advertise the upcoming DVD release. Note that the limited releases always take place in cities with robust media that can help spread the word.There are some who have suggested that the decline of re-releases has something to do with the unavailability of old prints. This is not the case. During the age when re-releases were commonplace, studios would strike new prints, just as if they were first-run features. This is no longer a consideration in an era when films are distributed digitally and film has become obsolete.The real answer is that re-releases died out because we don’t need them anymore. Now pardon me while I retire to my living room and get set to watch the 1981 classic “Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” on demand, on cable.

Mishti was driving her scooter at full pace. She was already late for college. Her friend, Ananya sitting behind her. Shivering with fear.Mishti, "Slow down, I don't want to die unmarried."Shut up, Okay! Let me concentrate.If my attendance will be short my father won't allow me to join dance classes and you know it, Ananya.Right!But if we will die in a road accident. Surely there will be no dance classes for you in hell, said Ananya teasingly.I’m not coming with you tomorrow, I don't want to die so early.Okay…please Don't come! Said Mishti.A biker was hurriedly approaching them. A boy wearing helmet, was saying something. Voice was not audible. Mishti gave the boy a cold angry look. The boy was mumbling something."I am getting late. He is chasing us. Look at him, shameless."Mishti, he is charming! Even with Helmet, I can tell you, he is damn Cute.Wow! Really? Then go and sit with him." I Wish!", said Ananya with a long… sigh!They reached class. Attendance was already over. They felt like a soldier who lost battle at the very moment.Mishti was pissed, for the whole day.It's okay, Mishti. Why are you so worried?They send a notice at home. You know my Father, I promised him to do good in everything related to college. I can't risk my dance class, said Mishti in a low tone.Don't be upset. We will be early from tomorrow."Did you saw him? he is the same boy. He is in our class.",Who??, asked Mishti.The boy who was on the bike, this morning."I missed my attendance, I am in no mood for this rubbish.",said Mishti.Next Morning, Ananya was telling Mishti about the boy. He is Dhruv. He just joined our college, happiness was floating in Ananya's voice."Why you always forecast about him?""Who asked you, Ananya?"Mishti, Why are you so angry at him?No, I am not at all, replied Mishti.Soon Dhruv was everywhere, in Playgrounds, Classroom, Bike parking. Anywhere Mishti goes Dhruv was already there. Seeing Dhruv, Ananya was getting more and more crazy day by day.One day Mishti saw Dhruv near her house. Is he chasing me?Mishti was puzzled. She thought, "He never says a word just keep looking at me. Sometimes his eyes look cold, sad, still, there is something unusual about his way of looking."It was a sunny afternoon of winters. The ambiance of upcoming college election surrounded the campus; crowded with students preparing for college elections. Mishti was participating too. She was making the biggest poster of all times for the election campaign. A handmade poster that will be placed at the college entrance. A senior requested her personally to make the poster the way she wanted and happily, she accepted. Almost everything was finished, a little coloring here and there remained left.A voice of cracking glass broke the silence of the room. Mishti was looking around and nothing she could inquire of. A cricket ball, she picked the ball and went back to the poster.What she saw was unimaginable, unbearable for her. She couldn't believe her eyes. The Poster which was everything, she lived for the last few hours.A bottle of color tilted on her hard work. The poster in which she put herself, her creativity, imagination. After completion of which she has planned to do her Happy dance. All she could see was a slowly spreading black color ruining her poster like a white sun-kissed sky is attacked by the wicked black clouds. She tried her best to stop the black clouds from her shiny sky, from her poster but it was too late, everything was ruined. It was for sure! It will rain now, with Thunders.And there the culprits, standing at the door a group of 4 boys. They looked at the poster, and at her. Fury in her eyes smashed all the manliness they had collected in 19 years of their life. Their hearts pounded, eyes traumatized with fear. They discussed through telepathy, not to fight with this thunder and they ran. And ran..... like it was some kind of marathon. They stopped for no one. Except one, Man who stand there to face the fury, and to get hit by Thunder, itself, 'Dhruv.'Mishti was so angry. She burst in a loud cry. People gathered to look at the agony of Dhruv but no one dared to interrupt. She was raging. Her hard work of almost 4 hours was ruined. She shouted, yelled in a grumpy voice for a continuous 8 minutes." Lucky were those who ran away, some said in murmuring tone."Dhruv stood, blank, motionless just listening. Staring at her, not a word uttered his mouth. Everyone around was shocked; even Ananya was shocked, never she saw Mishty so angry.It seemed like some devil has possessed her. Neither Dhruv was infuriated nor he left. He listened, nodded his head, but eyes were still motionless eyes. A blank stare of him pinched Mishty even much. And she left angrily. students gathered sympathized with Dhruv but he has no words against her.He accepted his mistake; left with a strange smile on his face.Next day. At snack break, Mishti was in the canteen. Dhruv gave a box to ananys requesting her to give it to Mishti. Please don't disclose my name, Ananya. Give it to Mishti", said Dhruv.Mishti opened the box and screamed with joy. Oh my God! Coconut Laddu! She hugged Ananya dancing in joy. Immediately started gulping Laddus. She was giggling like a little girl. She forgot everything, everyone, around. Each bite of the Nariyal laddu was like a piece of heaven served in a Plate. Fresh coconut mingled in powdered sugar perfectly flooded with Ghee. Soothing her taste buds like she was eating the god's food. Her favorites raisins and small chunks of cashew nuts were making it more delicious. It was ecstasy, sheer bliss. A firework of taste; her mouth was enjoying. At some distance, sitting on a chair, hiding his face behind a book. Dhruv was looking at her, the way she was eating, her eyes sparkling every time she takes the bite. And like a little girl she finished it on her own. Dhruv was happy too. After many days he was delighted.After finishing the whole box she asked Ananya. How did you make it? Ananya was puzzled, what is happening? How he knows she like Coconut Ladoos.Someone announced. Attendance is displayed on notice board.Attendance, Let's go and check. Hurry up!Please God, make it, 75%. Otherwise, my father will kill me.She looked at the sheet. With just an eye open. Oh lord! It is 78%."I am Safe." Yes!!... she danced in joy.Let's check your's Ananya.Mine is 69%. Replied Ananya.Impossible! We come together. Sometimes I miss but you don't. There must be a mistake, said Mishty."Dhruv has done it what else" oops!!, said Ananya.What????? Mishti asked.Nothing, nothing...Let's celebrate.Yaay!! You are out of danger, Mishty.What you just said, Ananya??Nothing, You know Mishty, how I am? I talk rubbish all the time.Ananya! don't you dare to lie.. I won't talk to you ever. Tell me!Dhruv gives your proxy attendance. He somehow arranges attendance for you.And the Laddu you just enjoyed he brought it.What.???Why? What is his problem?Mishty did not know, what to react? Her eyes searched Dhruv. She asked his friend, Where is Dhruv?At bus stand, Dhruv's friend replied.Without thinking twice, she took her bag and left.Ananya saw Dhruv standing, Mishti chased him. She was so angry and thousands of questions running through her mind. She shouted"Dhruv". It was crowded. She calmed herself and said," I want to talk." They sat inside the bus.What do you want from me? I don't like boys who roam around girls.What do you think? I know boys like you. That day you were commenting something, when I was riding my scooter. Ruined my Poster. Now, Coconut laddu(a kind of sweet). What is about this proxy? What do you think of yourself? I will file a complaint against you for staring at me and following me any where I go. I will not leave you if you keep doing things. Say something, now!" Still staring. Please say something. Utter a word."She asked curiously.He took out his wallet, showed her a photograph. Uttered his first word for the first time. Didi(elder sister)!The tear started flooding from his eyes. Making his blank eyes moist. He tried to say something but all he could say was Didi(elder sister).And slowly headed down on her lap. She looked closely at the photograph in her hand. The picture had 4 people a man, a woman in their late fifty's. Him and a girl. The girl has curly wavy hairs, clear skin tone, big eyes and she was smiling holding hands of a boy who was the same boy who was crying his head down. Right now on her lap. Holding the photograph, she felt. She was looking at herself. And tears immersed her eyes.Ananya, Gently brushed her hands on Dhruva's head.She felt his Pain. She has a little brother too. Even in dreams, she could not think of losing him. Dhruv's agony made him the elder sister. Although they are of the same age in the same class. But she felt like an elder sister.He pleaded for forgiveness I am sorry Didi(elder sister). I never meant to hurt you. I wanted to help. I miss her a lot. We all miss her.He was sobbing like a little boy holding her fingers uptight.She consoled him and said "It is okay, everything is fine"“I was trying to tell your dress was waving around the wheels of your scooter. Accidents change many lives at once. My Didi(elder sister) died that day and we die every day. That is why I gave your attendance. If everything will be fine. You won't hurry in riding your scooter.And Coconut Ladoos were her favourite. You will love them too, I knew it.”Why have-not you told me earlier? Asked Mishty.I tried, but whenever I see you. My neck gets chocked, it hurts. That day when you were scolding me, I loved it. Didi(elder sister )used to scold me a lot but she loved me more than anything in the world. I never told her, I never thought it is important to say, Didi(elder sister)," I love you!!!…I miss you!"Mishti replied," I love you too, my little brother!!"Their stop came. They found each other on that day.Image credit- Pinterest“One day, in a road accident, on same road he lost his sister and today on same roads he found her back.”

I happened to go there right after it closed. I was very sad as I had been going pretty regularly since high school (about 25 years). Anyway, the owner was 82 years old and wanted to move back to Japan. Agree with the above poster that Miyake had seen better days but I still miss it!!