Six Years Later…

 I’ve been through many things in my life. Three children, two wives, five states in three time zones, God knows how many jobs, etc, etc, etc. But, the one constant in my life has been movies. I talk about movies (a lot), I watch movies, I buy movies (probably more than I should), I read books about movies and so on. 

More than once, in times of sadness, I’ve questioned my love of film. I’ve worried that others would view my love of movies as shallow, or indicative of a lack of literacy. I’ve re-enrolled in college to study literature, because that’s a “serious” art, unlike cinema (or so I thought). I’ve purged my physical media collection, telling myself that I should only own “great” or “important” films, that there was no room for schlock or simple entertainments. 

Why do I do this? Why do I question my love of something? Why do I not simply acknowledge my love and move on with my life? 

Put simply: I have issues. 

It’s only been in the last few months that I’ve come to accept, even embrace my love of all things cinema. Sadly, I had to go through some pretty dark stuff to reach this point. Thankfully, I have a wife that understands, even if she doesn’t share, my passion. I can’t imagine my life without movies and I don’t want to imagine my life without her. 

I’m going to make a point of updating this blog a bit more frequently (I know, I know: I’ve said that before), but now I want to focus less on academic analysis and trying to impress strangers and more on just being honest. This will be a place where I share my thoughts on all things movies: collecting physical media, boutique labels, the cinema experience, how films are intertwined with memory and anything else that happens to pop into my head. 

Will I still talk about movies? 

Well, obviously. 

Intermission

Okay, so it's been a really, really long time since I posted. Sorry about that. In my defense, it's been a rough couple of years.
Oh, sure there been some good stuff, too. My wife and I have another son, he's a year and a half and his hobbies include chewing on shoes and screeching. I've been writing, but, you know, books, not movie stuff.
Let me tell you about some of the things rolling around in Ol' Duder's head. I have this theory (call it a mindset, if you will) that once you write something and put it out there for the world to see, it's etched in stone. It is sacrosanct. This mindset/theory causes me to be terrified of putting even the *slightest* toe out of line, for fear of looking foolish. This, my blog has always been (or at least tried to be) academic sounding, high falutin', fancy pants stuff.
Well, no more of that.
I love movies. I love talking movies with people. It turns a stranger into a friend. Even if (sometimes because) I disagree with them. Talking about movies makes me happy and I think that in the past on this blog, I've been so concerned with sounding smart that I neglected to sound happy.
So, get ready for Happy Fun Movie Time! (Sounds like a Japanese game show.)

Have you ever been to a movie with an intermission? I haven't (unles you count Monty Python and the Holy Grail). However, when I went to see Gangs of New York, the power blinked right after DiCaprio left the cave and hung the rabbit on the fence. We sat and waited. Some folks took the opportunity to hit the bathroom. Eventually, they told us that when the power blinked, it caused the bulb in the projector to blow. The (then) wife and I got some free passes and came back the next night, but we had to sit through the first two hours of the movie again.
Oh, well.
It's still one of my favorites.

It's good to be back.

Remakes

Remakes.

Is there any word that creates more animosity in the minds of filmgoers than this?

“Why can’t they just make something new instead?” we complain, and justifiably so.

Most of the time.

Because, while it is as rare as hen’s teeth, every once in a while, Hollywood cranks out a remake that stands alongside it’s classic forefather, and, even more rarely, manages to surpass it. Lest we forget, Frankenstein with Boris Karloff was a remake. As was The Wizard of Oz with Judy Garland. Oh, and The Maltese Falcon with Humphrey Bogart (twice over- once in 1931 and again in 1936 as Satan Met a Lady).

An Open Letter to Gwenneth Victoria Lucas

Dear Gwen,

 

Welcome to Planet Earth, little girl. This is me, your father.

There’s a great deal out there to see, all kinds of animals, plants and faraway places, ancient monuments and modern marvels, the stars in heaven and the ground beneath our feet. Your mother and I will show you a lot of it, and you will see even more on your own one day. Your mom will teach you to bake, to sew, to sing, to do all the things that she’s good at.

I will teach you about the movies.

Rainbow with Egg Underneath and an Elephant: Thoughts on Harold and Maude

Harold and Maude is my favorite movie.

I discovered it many years ago while in high school, having heard about it once or twice through various pop culture references (like There’s Something About Mary). A friend of mind pointed it out to me in a video store and told me I should buy it. “I haven’t seen it,” I protested. “I don’t like buying movies I haven’t seen.”

“You’ll like this one,” she insisted. “If you don’t, I’ll buy it off you.”

How could I lose? So, I bought it, took it home, watched it, and fell in love with it.

I’ve watched it countless times and have bought it twice more, first on DVD and then again on Blu-Ray (thank you, Criterion!).

Whenever someone tells me what their favorite movie is, I’m inclined to ask why. What is it about that particular film that brings you back to it time and time again? For some, the answer is simply entertainment. For others, it’s nostalgia. For me and Harold and Maude, it is because of the film’s mindset, life-affirming but with a twisted sense of humor. The film is rebellious, but sweet, a celebration of life that focuses on death and, on top of all that, a love story that is about love, not just of another human being, but of all humanity, of all that life and the world has to offer, the good and the bad.

Before I continue, I should warn you: SPOILERS AHEAD. If you haven’t seen the film, you might want to go do so before reading any further.

Whatever Happened to the Spoof?

The wise man says: “Dying is easy. Comedy is hard.”

Today, friends, I am saddened to announce the death of one of my favorite kinds of movie: The Spoof.

Perhaps, one day, it will rise and live again like Peter Boyle’s monster, but, for now, allow me to eulogize this lost form of filmmaking. I will speak not of what it has become, a meaningless string of pop culture references, bodily fluid jokes and cameos by celebrities who will do anything to get their names in print, but rather, for what it was: a delicate balancing act of homage, roast and celebration, for the best spoofs were only slightly removed from their serious precursors.

Of Capes and Cinema

Marvel  vs. DC.

To some, this argument is as inconsequential as “Chocolate vs. Vanilla.”  To others, this is as important as Republican vs. Democrat or Protestant vs. Catholic.

To us geeks, it is a very important argument. I have friends who are staunch Marvel fans, pointing to Marvel’s deeper characters and struggles with real-life problems as evidence that their title is superior. For DC supporters, the argument stands that without DC, there would be no Marvel, and that the DC pantheon of heroes reads more like the gods on Olympus than acrobats in tights.

But, this is a movie blog, so, I’m going to discuss Comic Book Movies, which is a whole other ball of wax.