Too late now brah. You missed it. That excitement in a fully expectant crowd as the lights go down before something fucking amaaaaaaaazing and once in a decade or more lights up the big screen.
I'm glad I finally know what it was like for people to have seen T2 or Aliens or Jaws on the big screen when they were released. Fury Road is why I take chances at the movies.
Seriously,
Ricky.
Jaws?
Terminator 2? What in the crazy fuck are you doing putting a movie I haven't heard a single person IRL talk about alongside two of the biggest movies in the history of the universe? And here I am thinking
I sometimes get carried away with hyperbole :redface:
And anyway, that scenario of yours with all of that excitement and anticipation wouldn't have been my experience anyway, because even if I had dragged my ass into a theater, that wouldn't have been my state of mind. So it's not like I had the chance to have that perfect fantasy moviegoing experience. All I missed was scale and sound, which, I grant you, are not insignificant, but I'm not one for whom the theater experience is make-it-or-break-it, nor does that one seem like an
Avatar or a
Gravity where it's theater or nothing.
In short: Stop bitching and I'll watch it eventually and maybe I'll retroactively join you in calling me stupid.
But you missed it! Why? Because trailer was bad or PhD or some shit. Stupid, stupid man. You're our MOVIE GUY.
You know, in his (amazing) book
The World Viewed, Stanley Cavell admits the following:
"I have mentioned my increasing difficulty over the past several years to get myself to go to new movies. This has to do partly with an anxiousness in my response to new films I have seen [...] but equally with my anxiousness in what I feel to be new audiences for movies [...] as though I cannot locate or remain together with my companions among them."
I have something similar going on. I feel disconnected from new movies and from the people who like them. And the worst part is that the only way to not be disconnected is to reconnect with them, but my feeling of disconnection is keeping me from it. It's an annoying loop I'm caught in, and while I tell myself that one of these days I'm going to get organizized, today is not that day.
Speaking of PhD, how's that going?
Awesome. I've done two conferences, one of which I helped run; I've published another essay in an academic journal and have another one coming out next week hosted on a martial arts blog; I've got another publication in the pipeline for the journal I'm the reviews editor on, which means I'm also doing super important business prior to the journal's inaugural issue coming out in October; I'm contracted to write a book chapter on predecessors of action movies in early film history; and, last but not least, I'm in the process of ordering plenty of leatherbound books and making sure my apartment smells of rich mahogany.
It's been busy as fuck, but other than getting to teach, which is next on my list of shit to do, I literally can't imagine anything that'd make this experience better.
I managed to get admitted to the one I wanted too, phew.
Congrats! Pretty soon, you and I can make the rest of these peasants refer to us as Dr.
Ricky and Dr.
Bullitt :wink:
Full ride, international fees on a scholarship.
Same here. That's the only way to fly. Where are you going to be studying?
Only mine will be social-life-shatteringly hard.
What are you saying? That writing about the Bruce Lee movies that I've seen fifty trillion times
isn't hard?
I don't understand this shit. How does one not like The French Connection?
I've crossed paths with it numerous times over the years and I've never been able to stay the course. It just feels flat and lifeless. In fact, other than Friedkin's Michael Mann impersonation with
To Live and Die in LA, he just sucks.
What
I don't understand is how anybody in the Academy could think
The French Connection was even worthy of being placed alongside let alone considered superior in any respect to
A Clockwork Orange. Now
that's some fucked up shit.
I can't really give a solid opinion on John Ford since I've only seen five of his films. The only movies I've seen of his are The Searchers, Liberty Valance, Stagecoach, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, and Apache Fortress.
I figured, if you'd seen any of his films, they'd be the Westerns. Ironically, for my Ford pedestal, two of the three (
Mary of Scotland with Katharine Hepburn, with whom Ford became obsessed, and
The Last Hurrah with Spencer Tracy) aren't even Westerns. The one that is a Western is, of course,
The Searchers, which I highly recommend revisiting.
That's the one that I really came around to and started the ball rolling with my Ford appreciation.
Stagecoach is bad ass, just super slick classical filmmaking that really set a new standard for action aesthetics and really raised the bar for Westerns, but
The Searchers is Ford's
Vertigo or
2001.
One gripe that I've had with all his films so far though... is the comedy. It's not funny. He seems to really love jocular caricatures (drunk irishmen ahoy!). It even drags down his better films like Liberty Valance and Stagecoach. Ford Apache was especially painful in regards to this faux humor, goddamn movie was brimming with that crap!
I couldn't be more with you on this. His "comedy" is
painfully unfunny.