Bob Mondello laments the lost art of the credit sequence in movies.
Remember when movies announced themselves with fanfares and elaborate opening credits? In the studio era, names were projected onto velvet curtains, or books opened to reveal pages packed with stars and screenwriters.
In the 1960s, it was animated art-titles and jazz — think the Pink Panther leaving paw-prints on the actors' names.
Fast forward to perhaps this decade's defining motion picture event — Avatar — and there are no opening credits at all. Not even a title before the action starts.
I do miss those.