Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) – We are now at the halfway point. The project has become a chore. Do not worry that I skip a day here and there; I still have homework to do. There will be plenty of time on the weekends and after the quarter ends to catch back up.
This movie was a lot of fun. Steven Spielberg is growing on me, and my irrational hatred of Richard Dreyfuss is subsiding.
SUPER SPECIAL EDIT: This marks 100 movies watched for Lent!
The Gold Rush (1925) – Charlie Chaplin is still not funny, but I had to watch this for my film class. What’s worse, Netflix labelled this as the 1925 version, and sent me the 1942 re-release with shitty music and narration added. The instructor told me to just watch it with the sound off. I gotta tell you, it greatly improves the watching of Charlie Chaplin when he keeps his damn gob shut.
TRON (1982) – Last year, we downloaded this movie. The file broke thirty-eight minutes in. This year, we went to a big ole theater to see it. The sound cut out a few seconds in. Then they stopped the film. The sound started again without visual. The visual restarted without any of the dialogue playing correctly. Needless to say, it was a fiasco. I seem doomed to be unable to see this movie without catasrophe.
Anyway, I’m glad I saw this movie, and delighted that I saw it in a theater. I would have liked to see it straight through, but such is my curse.
Conan the Barbarian (1982) – I didn’t think anything could distract me from the thought that the star of this movie is now a Kennedy by marriage and governor of a huge-ass state. But then I saw James Earl Jones with Bettie Page bangs.
But speaking of movies from 1982, don’t forget: TRON at the Cinerama downtown. Noon.
Charlie Wilson’s War (2007) – Julia Roberts shouldn’t do that to her hair. I can’t believe PETA didn’t step in when they decided to make a horse a platinum blonde. All the same, it’s nice to see the Mr. Ed family doing welll.
American Gangster (2007) – It’s alright. Drugs, cops, dirty cops, etcetera. The trouble with “based on a true story” is that rarely actually produces an interesting and original story.
The General (1927) – I am still madly in love with Buster Keaton. I will invent time travel to go back to the 1920s and turn him gay.
Gay Purr-ee (1962) – I wanted a break from all the Oscar-nominated films, and there’s a fair chance–even without checking for sure–that this never won any awards. The gay in me really should have loved the voice work of Judy Garland, Robert Goulet and Hermione Gingold, but it was overshadowed by the cursory (at best) awareness of French culture and language. A supposedly French character called a woman “Mon cherie” for fuck’s sake!
Lars and the Real Girl (2007) – We had a good discussion about how much Crazy friends and family would tolerate. I am of the opinion that you’d be surprised how much Crazy goes without comment every day.
This movie wasn’t… great. It could have been a lot worse. Imagine this premise being handled by, say, Jack Black and/or David Spade.
Atonement (2007) – British films can be challenging to watch, and this was unrelentingly British. Ultimately, I feel I was able to follow the plot and draw college-level-film-analysis ideas out of it.