![]() There was a mutter of resentment, but the stamping went on. The boy hesitated for a moment, looked at his friends, and then walked sullenly out with the policeman, followed by some of his friends. A policeman appeared very quickly at the end of the row and pointed firmly at him. Behind the two-and-ninepennies were very solid worried-looking people, presumably left over from “ Doctor at Sea.” (It was supposed to be the main feature, with “ Rock” as the supporting film.)Ī boy in the front stood up and started jiving in front of his seat. The stamping and finger-snapping started again: everyone looked excited and tense, but not obsessed. The audience roared the words as jivers whirled across the screen. “We’re going to rock rock rock till the broad daylight.” There was great tension as he approached. The plot reached the stage where the dance-band promoter was being taken to see a remote village dance hall. There were six policemen in helmets standing around the auditorium. “They say ‘get out of it,’ and you say ‘O.K. Jiving on the stage they were, till the cops came.” You should have seen this place last night. “I’ve seen it five times,” said the soldier, “I’m going every night this week. ![]() The plot – about a dance-band promoter suffering from the dance-band slump – took over. Just before the music stopped, the tamping stopped. Shouting it to a cinema audience seemed a bit like playing a military march to a waiting room, or tickling a man in a strait jacket. ![]() The noise was imperative, almost like P.T. ![]() Jiving in the Trocadero watched by a “left over from Doctor at Sea.”Įveryone roared the words, stamping feet on the carpet, and snapping his fingers, and swaying rather awkwardly in his seat. ![]()
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