I’ve seen the apocalypse and it happens three blocks from where I live, in the 1988 low-budget, devastation drama, Miracle Mile.
Here’s a quick plot reminder: Musician Anthony Edwards meets waitress Mare Winningham at Johnnie’s, at Fairfax and Wilshire.
(Or is it Kevin Bacon and Ally Sheedy?)
Mare agrees to go out with Anthony after she gets off work.
He’s late. She’s gone. A pay phone rings.
Anthony answers it and learns that Los Angeles will soon be destroyed by a nuclear missile attack. He finds Mare. They run pell-mell up and down Wilshire trying to escape. They find hope in a helicopter, but it plummets into the La Brea Tar Pits as the city explodes into flames.
Some say the movie’s message is to enjoy the moment. It could also serve as a reminder to revisit the dinosaur bones, dire wolf skulls, and frolicking prehistoric mammals at the Page Museum before the Big One hits. First Tuesdays are free.
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