Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory on the side of a house
The Walk-in Movies (prior references) seemed to me to be a cross between the two. I got there late and set up my chair towards the back of the crowd already filling the lot. (I hadn’t realized it at first, but I had set up camp right next to Popvulture and her beau. Later, there was a Jackson spotting, or perhaps it’d be better to say Jackson had a me-spotting, as he snuck up behind me.) Most folks were camped out on blankets, and the grade of the hill gave many the chance to lie back and still be able to see the projection. A few folks had brought their dogs, who were all well behaved.
The folks who put Walk-in Movies together had a clue as well. The sound was just loud enough to be heard but not bug the neighbors. As for their location, it turns out that the guy who originally started these nights had owned the house onto which the film was projected, but had since moved. The new coordinators went to the new homeowners and made sure they were cool with people hanging out every once in a while to watch movies projected onto their home (and they are).
It’s a good time, but the chance for mingling—at least once the movie starts—is low to nil. Once the movie’s over, people dispersed quickly, cleaning up their stuff as they went. Awesome.
I realize I sound like I’m critiquing this whole experience on how much it is or isn’t a nuisance, which wasn’t my original intention when I started writing this. But it’s just nice to know that the locals can get together and do something kooky without people getting pissed off or causing property damage.