The Oscars are coming in March. Who’s writing movie reviews?

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Although I love to watch the Oscars, when recently prompted to write a movie review, I sat paralyzed, in a puddle of inadequacy, in a spotlight of being found out.

Sure, I used to go every Saturday to the Tower Theater when I was maybe nine or ten, and that’s what it cost for the Saturday matinee, ten cents. The show included three cartoons, a newsreel, and a full length movie — often a Superman feature film.

But what I most remember was the nougat candy, long and slim, the black-wrapped Big Hunk, a chewy quarter-inch-thick bar loaded with peanuts you had to catch with your lips as you bit your way through. And it only cost a nickel. The movie and the candy fit into my 25 cents a week allowance.

The Necco wafers were okay but never seemed to have enough chocolate and licorice in the roll, and the Jujifruits made a nice change once in a while, so chewy. They came in every color and looked like bright little gumdrops.

The movie I best recall was the episode where Superman was born on that other planet and he had to be sent to earth in some kind of interstellar capsule. Then we learned that the only…