John Ur gets pumped up for Pennsylvania in this stop along the Cinematic Road Trip.
Growing up, I visited relatives out West. My parents would load up the car with our suitcases and a cooler for drinks and food. My sister and I would reluctantly get in the car. Stay on your side! Stop touching me! I’m not touching you! Mom, she’s on my side! Keep it up and I’ll pull this car over and wallop the both of you!
I tried to hide myself in a Nintendo Gameboy, playing Tetris until my thumbs were sore. Are we there yet, Ma? We’re almost out of New Jersey. (It was about two hours into the trip. I was restless.) And then we crossed into Pennsylvania—the Wild, Wild West. Let’s not even talk about western Pennsylvania. As far as I was concerned, that was as far from N.J. as California.
My memories from that era are vague. I remember the biblical town names of eastern P.A.—Bethlehem, Nazareth—and I remember signs for Lancaster County, the heart of Dutch Country. It always seemed a little odd to me that there would be signs advertising a place in the state where people wore hats and rode horses. Why was this a tourist spot?
If you’re curious about the Amish people of Lancaster County, you might want to check out the 1985 film, Witness. The movie stars Harrison Ford as Philadelphia cop John Book, caught up trying to solve the murder of another police officer. The only witness to the murder is a young Amish boy. In an effort to protect the boy, his mother, and eventually himself, Book takes up shelter in the Amish community—where there are no phones, no electricity, and no easy way to track him down.
While Book is hiding out, he picks up the simple way of life that the Amish lead—working their farms with the help of horses, milking cows by hand, building birdhouses. The Amish even allow him to participate in an old-fashioned barn-raising. The climactic scene takes place largely inside of a corn and grain silo on the Lapp family farm. What may seem primitive to me and you is to them modern and relevant—with days starting before dawn and working the fields until after night falls.
It wasn’t until almost 10 or 15 years later that I was able to drive through the state from east to west and reach the Rust Belt City of Pittsburgh. There are no shortage of films shot in the city of yellow bridges, but my recommendation is The Silence of the Lambs. I don’t remember many cityscape shots in the movie, but many scenes set in Baltimore were shot in and around Pittsburgh.
But if we’re going to talk the quintessential Pennsylvania movie—and we are—we have to talk Rocky. Sylvester Stallone plays the title character in the movie he wrote that made him a household name. The story is set in Philadelphia, where Rocky is trying to make a name for himself as a boxer. He fights for chump change and makes some extra money as a “collector” for a loan shark. (Sounds like some people I know in Jersey.)