@aquamanpunch
You know,
Flemmy, I think that, for as often as our tastes match up, we're usually split when it comes to absolute favorites. Bruce and Seagal don't seem to do much for you, they're my jam.
Back to the Future and
Jaws are at the top of the mountain for you, I can see them on TV or OnDemand and pass them without a second thought. Sadly, this is once again evident in the fact that me and
Friday Night Lights just didn't click.
You mentioned that, from the individual vs team sport angle,
Friday Night Lights was the other side of the coin to
Vision Quest. I think it's also worth mentioning that, beyond that split, they're also split in the sense that
Vision Quest is optimistic and inspiring while
Friday Night Lights is pessimistic and uninspiring (except, unlike
Raging Bull, it's also not a very good movie, but I'll get to that later). I spent the whole time waiting for someone to not be a pathetic loser in a shit life surrounded by other losers in shit lives. Never happened. Everybody in that movie sucks. What is it about the experience of those characters that hits you so hard? I'd be very curious to hear you elaborate on why it's such a special movie to you.
For me, football movies always have an uphill battle since I really don't like the sport. I don't
hate it, but I don't ever need to watch a football game, and if I had a choice between watching a football game and virtually anything else, I'd pick the latter 9 times out of 10. It's not impossible - I love
Little Giants,
The Replacements,
The Program, and though I haven't seen them in years, I used to love
Varsity Blues and
The Waterboy, as well
, not to mention
Blue Mountain State is one of the greatest things to ever air on TV - but a football-related story is really going to have to move me or make me laugh, and the way to do that is to make me care about the players. I couldn't do that in
Friday Night Lights. Boobie was an obnoxious idiot, so I didn't care about his injury. Redneck kid from
Crazy in Alabama was a dull mope and I never learned WTF was up in his family life, so I didn't care about him struggling to step up and lead. Fumbles was a whiny dork and his dad was a sad piece of shit, so I didn't care about him. Preacher was the only cool character and him riling up the locker room at halftime at the end was easily the best scene.
And, as I feared, Billy Bob being the coach did nothing for me. I've never really liked him and I wasn't expecting much from him. And I didn't get much. Combine the shitty script with his lousy acting and that last speech about playing with love and joy in your heart just made me cringe. And then they lose and go off to toil away in their miserable lives. I like being galvanized by movies. I can watch
Vision Quest at 2 in the morning, and when it's over, I want to go to the gym or run around my neighborhood or jump rope. I just want to
do shit. After
Friday Night Lights, it was just like, "Ok, bye losers." There's no takeaway except the confirmation that there are some people out there with shitty lives and no will to be their own fuel to something better. And I don't want to spend my movie time with people like that anymore than I want to spend my real-life time with people like that.
Also, not to keep pouring salt in the wound, but it was just a bad movie. The cinematography was garbage and the editing was choppy as fuck. The football sequence in
Fast Times at Ridgemont High with Forest Whittaker killing everybody is like a two-minute sequence that they probably spent all of an hour planning and shooting and it looked like ESPN compared to
Friday Night Lights. There was also a strange sense of detachment in the style. That could've worked if they integrated the media shit better like what Kubrick did in
Full Metal Jacket. Instead, there were just those random shots of the players talking to nameless and faceless reporters like they were going for a day-in-the-life documentary style, which really didn't come off well, especially since they'd then switch gears and try to be all intimate
but with the same detached style. You can't switch gears that drastically without also switching the aesthetic, otherwise it's just weird. And this contributes to the lack of an actual sense of brotherhood or even friendship period. None of the characters seemed like they actually liked each other. They just happened to be playing football on the same team. They
talked about brotherhood, but I didn't see it and I damn sure didn't feel it. There was just nothing in this movie that was executed the way it should've been.
So yeah, not my cup of tea.
Hockey > Fotball in all other instances as well.
Except for... yourself obviously?
Shit, I'm the sanest person in this thread.
I have a friend who has dreams of becoming a great director [...] I keep trying to tell the guy -- every great director is a great director becuse they freaking love movies [...] Basically, I try to tell the guy that there's a diffrence between loving movies as escapism and entertainment and fanboyism.. and loving movies as something more than that, as an craft, as an art, to love their existance. To love movies to the degree that you think about movies constantly in your everyday life. How every movie started is something to behold onto itself (even if you end up not liking it). How the sheer nature of movies is fascinating, their themes, craft, historic background, style - everything.
Not to be a dick, but forget about not getting this: If your friend even needs to be told this at all, he's not going to be anybody special. And sadly, this is 99.9% of film school students (I don't know if your friend is in film school, I just feel like ranting now that you brought this up). And this is why only .1% of film school students actually become anybody worth knowing. It's that .1% who love movies more than anything who have the drive you need to make it in that crazy ass business. You also need insane networking skills and you have to love and be good at building relationships and working with all sorts of different people (no surprise why I knew almost immediately that filmmaking wasn't my bag) but first and foremost your life has to revolve around movies. If it doesn't, then you shouldn't be in film school in the first place.
Does that make you Andrew?
I think the most accurate would be a fusion between Andrew and Brian (I always played sports but I was too nerdy to really qualify as a jock), but if I had to identify with a single character, it'd be Andrew. Actually, rewatching that clip that I posted, I forgot about that scene when he's got all that food and everybody looks at him like he's a circus act. That happens to me all the time. But basically I'm a milder version of him. I didn't resent my dad as much as him or get as pathological, but my dad could be pretty ruthless when it came to how well I needed to do whether it was hockey or baseball.
And I tend to go for weird girls
Well, I guess what I'm saying is: that IS what I view as normal and that's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time, lol!
You're making more sense to me now.
This movie, to me, defined well what should be the 'human' perspective on life
I've always agreed with you about that, the difference is you had parents teach you these things and I had people fuck me up my whole life. Now, I am not making excuses, my mistakes are my own, but that doesn't mean that what happens in anyone's life, especially before ideas like these can be fleshed out and meaningfully understood, does not have more causes than one person making 'wrong' decisions in a vacuum.
I wasn't actually
taught any of this shit. Better yet, I was given room to discover shit for myself. I think it's less a matter of being
put on a path and more a matter of not having people trying to stop you from going down the path you want. And for people who experience the latter, like you, you're right, it's that much harder. And that's why action movies and sports movies and the like are (or could/should be) so fucking awesome. Like Rand said (in her book
The Romantic Manifesto):
"The major source and demonstration of moral values available to a child is Romantic art ... What Romantic art offers him is not moral rules, not an explicit didactic message, but the image of a moral person - i.e., the concretized abstraction of a moral ideal. It offers a concrete, directly perceivable answer to the very abstract question which a child senses, but cannot yet conceptualize: What kind of person is moral and what kind of life does he lead? It is not abstract principles that a child learns from Romantic art, but the precondition and the incentive for the later understanding of such principles: the emotional experience of admiration for man’s highest potential, the experience of looking up to a hero - a view of life motivated and dominated by values, a life in which man’s choices are practicable, effective and crucially important - that is, a moral sense of life.
While his home environment taught him to associate morality with pain, Romantic art teaches him to associate it with pleasure - an inspiring pleasure which is his own, profoundly personal discovery … [Unfortunately,] the battering which his precarious, unformed, barely glimpsed
moral sense of life receives from parents, teachers, adult “authorities,” and little second-hander goons of his own generation is so intense and so evil that only the toughest hero can withstand it – so evil that, of the many sings of adults toward children,
this is the one for which they would deserve to burn in hell, if such a place existed. Every form of punishment – from outright prohibition to threats to anger to condemnation to crass indifference to mockery – is unleashed against a child at the first signs of his Romanticism (which means: at the first signs of his emerging sense of moral values). “Life is not like that!” and “Come down to earth!” are the catchphrases which best summarize the motives of the attackers, as well as the view of life and of this earth which they seek to inculcate."
I don't think I can ever 'unsee' the reality of God, and I kind of wish I could because it's like fucking Inception over here with a few different ideas that I can't get rid of, lol. I'm just so angry --- dude, a lot of shit has come up that makes everything else make sense, but it also... IDK, I'm not even gonna begin to try to describe where I'm at intellectually/spiritually or why I'm there right now, but mainly I'm back on board the Louden Swain train, lol.
If you change your mind, I'd be willing to hear it. If not, at least you're on the Louden Swain train
I had a massive crush on Lori Loughlin after seeing Secret Admirer.
I grew up watching
Full House, of course, but when I saw
Secret Admirer, holy shit was she hot. And after that, I watched a bunch of other movies she made around that time in the mid-80s.
The New Kids was a piece of shit but she was hot and James Spader was good at playing psychos even in his 20s.
Back to the Beach was a hilariously bad '80s reboot of the Frankie Avalon shit, but she's on the beach, so who cares? And then I tried to find
The Night Before with her and Keanu Reeves in a plot that sounds like the teen
Mister Buddwing but I never managed to track it down
Vision Quest is an all-time favorite.
And you don't regularly post in here because...?
I do naht. Weightlifting and hockey are mainstays in my life but I mostly try to stay dissociated from the ideologies surrounding them, tbh.
Ideologies? It's videos of big dudes putting up big lifts. Watch them. They're awesome.
I guess I've been too busy to post since having my sentence commuted
Ok, now who else is left to pop out from behind another door?
flosh?
YeahBee?
Valkyrie?
Who just runs at a guy like that?
First thing I thought of when Werdum hit the canvas.
I'm at the end of 3:10 to Yuma right now. This movie is so fucking good.
That was actually one where the whole thread agreed it was awesome and I was part of the group
The original is also awesome. Did you see that one? One of the very rare instances where the original and the remake are considerably different but similarly awesome.