Maybe we should rename this feature Self-Indulgent Sunday. When we were working on MDK Field Guide No. 10, with its downtown theme, I went tripping down memory lane to 1973. Specifically, to the film Jeremy, starring Robby Benson. That year, I saw it with my best friend, Laurie Beber, in an afternoon showing at the Astro theatre in downtown Omaha, Nebraska.
I recall that we both loved it to little bits. Laurie recalls, and I quote, “YOU loved it. I thought it was all right.” (Narrator: She loved it.)
Anyway, it’s hilarious to me to look at pictures of Robby Benson in character as Jeremy, an awkward young man who played the cello and handicapped horses. I can draw a straight line from seeing Jeremy to 18 years later, when I married the kind of guy that Jeremy surely would have grown up to be, had he not been tragically fictional. My beloved did not play the cello, but he was a devotee of the Daily Racing Form. I like to think that Jeremy, when all grown up, also would have thought nothing of stopping by the Off-Track Betting parlor carrying a toddler on his shoulders.
The pre-digital New York Times review of Jeremy, by Roger Greenspun, does not disappoint. (And look: Balto!)
Thanks to the internet, one can wallow in the entire Robby Benson 1970s canon, of which Jeremy is an early work. There’s also One on One (1977—basketball phenom!), Ode to Billy Joe (1976—he who—spoiler alert if you’ve never listened to the radio in your entire life—jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge), and Ice Castles (1978—ice skater’s boyfriend? Colleen Dewhurst is in it—how bad can it be?)
I rented Jeremy on Amazon Prime.
I bet you think I purchased it, but I just rented it.