Showing posts with label BILL ROCZ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BILL ROCZ. Show all posts

Thursday, January 20, 2022

LAST CALL

Alas, after more than a decade, FilmBar in Phoenix has announced its closure.

Your Humble Narrator was asked to chat about this sad passing on The Show on KJZZ this morning; you can listen to the segment here.

I'm also proud that my big three-sheet poster for Panther Girl of the Kongo (1955)...

...which I inherited from the late lamented Bill Rocz, was part of the décor at FilmBar for several years. It's currently part of the décor in my garage.

Monday, December 12, 2011

THE SUBJECT WAS ROCZ

The Wife happened upon this nice blog post about my late pal, KPHO-TV film critic & host Bill Rocz. The post links, at the end, to this article I wrote for New Times about Bill just after his passing.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

ROYALE WATCHING

Sunday afternoon Your Humble Narrator & The Kid betook ourselves to The Royale, the Midnite Movie Mamacita’s nouveau-grindhouse in downtown Mesa, for a screening of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory benefitting Kids Need to Read. Not for the first time, I was struck by how really messed-up, on many different levels, that movie is, in spite (& at times because of) Gene Wilder’s classic turn as Wonka.

But it was a lot of fun anyway, & I swelled with pride to see my two contributions to The Royale’s décor. First, this poster for the 1955 Republic serial Panther Girl of the Kongo, starring sexy Phyllis Coates:


Seeing this so prominently displayed in the lobby delighted me, because it was a legacy from my dear late pal & mentor Bill Rocz, who passed on in 1996. Valley folk will remember Bill as the movie critic at Channel 5 & host of that station’s Family Classics & Hollywood Greats. I had enjoyed the Panther Girl in my home office for years, but there was no place she fit in our current house, & she had been in storage for more than five years. I can think of few places that Bill would more wish to see her than her new home.

The Royale has also offered shelter to The Great Shuggahoo, a big wooden Tiki that hung over my desk for years, but who was also out of place—according to The Wife—in the current Moorhead Hacienda. Shuggahoo (named after an alien ruler in some head comic I read decades ago) has an important gig at The Royale—guarding the commode:


He looks pretty sullen about the detail, wouldn’t you say?