All about going to the movies

Regarding “The Moviegoing Experience” [June 4]: I recall when we took our young daughter to a retrospective showing of the Vincent Price horror classic “House of Wax.” Because it was the first 3-D movie I saw as a kid (and the first one she would see) I really talked up the special effects. Thirty minutes into the movie, she turned to me and asked, “When do the special effects start?” David Macaray Rowland Heights

“The Moviegoing Experience” articles were a delight to read, but obviously the writers have never been to the Hollywood Bowl.

If they had, they would not be so disturbed by a quick tweet or text (yes, they do bother me at the movies). At the Bowl, there are those who not only tweet and text, but actually make calls. If they are not talking on the phone, they are talking to each other. While they are talking to each other, their wine bottle is rolling around on the concrete. If all that is not bad enough, they are humming or singing in another musical key and sound like cats on a fence. Ron Theile Santa Monica

It’s great that the New Beverly Cinema is having such success since Quentin Tarantino took the theater over [“A Loving Home for Films”]. I used to frequent the place when I lived in Hollywood, and I still get over from the Valley about once a month.

I confess I’m nostalgic for the old days when on a given night, an old John Wayne western like “The Shootist” might play to a dedicated audience of maybe half a dozen of us, spread comfortably throughout the 228 seats. Some of those seats were in sad shape.

My favorite memories of those sparsely attended nights involve a deep grumbling voice that would often erupt in the middle of a feature. This curmudgeon would be loudly critical of the movie or the cast. It was legendary Hollywood tough-guy Lawrence Tierney, now deceased. In 1992, Tarantino cast him as the leader of the gang of crooks in “Reservoir Dogs.”

Maybe Tarantino was inspired to cast him because he too was subjected to Tierney’s outbursts in the old New Beverly. Paul Robert Coyle Valley Village