In the summer of 1975 I was nine and therefore old enough to still remember the phenomenon today; what it was like to wait in that long line and see the film in a packed theatre. My parents had already seen it, so my dad took me. It was just the two of us and when the severed head popped out of the hole in the boat, he was watching me instead of the movie.
He still talks about it.
Upon hearing about the Blu-ray review, my wife made an interesting comment: “Won’t the shark look fake?”
Let’s just be grateful that Spielberg hasn’t been infected by his jerk-off pal Lucas, because we all know Lucas would have Robert Shaw bite the shark first.
Let the “Who will be the new director” games begin. I promise to try and show some interest.
Who’s Katy Perry?
It would make me happy to see Britney Spears make a real comeback. Her fall was excruciating to witness and in the years that followed you get the sense that she’s kept her head down and made a real attempt to get her life back on track.
This is good news for the “new,” more sensitive and politically correct Bond. Whoever becomes Bond’s new boss should most definitely be a Native American, wheel chair-bound transsexual with a gambling problem and a cleft palate … who doesn’t smoke.
In related news, fewer shitty movies are expected to be made…
Um, yeah, that’s working for me.
Splitting the season in two is only about being able to sell two different sets of DVDs. HBO did the same with the final season of “The Sopranos.”
And like “The Sopranos,” this will be worth every penny.
I requested a review screener of season four, which I haven’t yet seen. Hope it comes.
For years, I’ve ridiculed the Baby Boomers for the general trend of pop culture for the last 30 years, where smug Baby Boomers write movies wistfully looking back on their own triumphs and lost youth, congratulating themselves for how awesome they are/were. Now, I realize that my own generation is going to be EVEN MORE ANNOYING. We’re already getting nostalgic about shit that happened like FIVE YEARS AGO. And it’s not even as if it was important! At least with the Baby Boomers, things happened – the war, the sexual revolution, the Civil Rights movement (you know, debates we’re constantly forced to re-argue long after they’ve lost all relevance). MY generation’s version of a watershed moment is, “HEY, BRO! REMEMBER THE VERVE PIPE??”
UGH, WE ARE THE WORST, AND IT’S ONLY GOING TO GET WORSER.
LAST NIGHT’S SCREENING
“A Streetcar Named Desire” on Blu-ray.
Big Hollywood is having a giveaway contest. Warner Bros. is offering two copies of the Blu-ray, which comes with a ton of extras in a nicely packaged booklet. I should also add that Warners has been wonderful about working with us on these.
Watching “Streetcar” again last night for the first time in years, I was reminded of just what a heartbreaking story it is and how well directed by the legendary Elia Kazan.
Because my memory is naturally bad, if I don’t watch a film more than once or twice a year, I tend to forget a lot. For a movie fan, this is kind of a blessing (not so much when you’re driving somewhere).
There was so much I had forgotten about “Streetcar”, that the experience really hit and stayed with me. You tend to forget that Brando’s Stanley Kowalski is like Hannibal Lecter in “Silence of the Lambs,” not in very much of the film but a major presence.
The story is really about the emotional collapse of Blanche DuBois. Kowalski is merely the catalyst for this. I also forgot just how good Vivien Leigh is as Blanche. She’s been so over-shadowed by Brando’s ground-breaking performance (which deserves every bit of praise it’s received) that it’s easy to overlook how extraordinary she is.
SCOTTDS’ EPIC LINKTACULAR
CLASSIC PICK FOR WEDNESDAY, APRIL 11
8:00 PM EST: Arthur (1981) — A childlike millionaire must choose between keeping his fortune and marrying a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Dir: Steven Gordon Cast: Dudley Moore, Liza Minnelli, John Gielgud. BW-97 mins, TV-MA, CC, Letterbox Format.
Just a few months ago I popped this in and enjoyed every second. Absolutely marvelous romantic comedy. Brilliant script and the three lead performances are about as good as it gets. My mom took me to see this one and I still remember her being horrified at the language. If memory serves, I was upset because I wanted to see something else, maybe “Escape from New York” or “The Road Warrior.” After about ten-minutes I wasn’t so upset anymore.
Thirty years ago. Wow.
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