People have called The Music Man an ode to small town Americana, which is ironic since the movie — and the stage musical on which it was based — clearly hates small towns with every fiber of its being. Nevertheless, it’s a terrific musical, full of just enough snark to keep the sugar coating from getting too sweet and featuring a fantastic pair of leads in Robert Preston and Shirley Jones. It opened today in 1962 and feels just as fresh today as it did 55 years ago.
In a much different school of filmmaking, we find I Was a Teenage Werewolf, a marvelous bit of drive-in schlock featuring a VERY young Michael Landon sprouting fur and fangs in a varsity jacket. The camptastic qualities can’t be denied (Mystery Science Theater 3000 did quite a number on it) and it won’t do anything to threaten Lon Chaney’s spot at the top of the lycanthrope heap, but it remains a strange little classic in its own way. It opened 60 years ago today in 1957.