|Threesomes are Easy: Three Films
||[Aug. 17th, 2011|02:03 pm]
Three films, now that’s easier. I enjoy movies, but I don’t have the same intimate relationship with them that I do with books and food. I won't even have to use a cut here. Although that's only because I restrained myself from quoting half the movie on the first entry. (In a world where a carpenter is resurrected, anything is possible.) Sorry, that slipped out. |
The Lion in Winter. Brilliant writing with some of the best dialogue ever. “Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives. It's 1183 and we're barbarians! How clear we make it. Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war: not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing. We are the killers. We breed wars. We carry it like syphilis inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten. For the love of God, can't we love one another just a little - that's how peace begins. We have so much to love each other for. We have such possibilities, my children. We could change the world.” Plus a cast packed with awesome screen-chewing actors...plus a time period I was obsessed with…what’s not to love? That monologue’s got me parts, naming LIW as my favorite movie of all time made me the Professor’s Pet in a room full of Godfather’s and Gone with the Wind’s...yawn.
Jurassic Park. In most ways a truly mediocre film, at best. But to see dinosaurs moving, walking, eating, breathing...to this dino-phile, was a truly astounding, memorable experience. I have always been obsessed with dinosaurs – making my parents crazy with visits to the Peabody, the American Museum of Natural History, the National Museum of Natural History…if I couldn’t see live animals, give me BONES! As a child, one of my prized possessions was a plaster cast of one of the footprints from the Connecticut Trackways. I put it out in our back woods in the middle of a bed of ferns and would just STARE at it, imagining. So, yeah, my husband at the time was a little embarrassed when I sat there in the theatre, tears streaming down my face, as the brachiosaurus came onscreen. But I'm a sentimental dork and still tear up just THINKING about how freaking COOL that was.
The Three Musketeers and the Four Musketeers. I get to count them as one because although I saw them both separately, when my mother asked what I wanted to do for my birthday party (back in the Stone Age when you were allowed to invite a couple of friends to do something that would cost your parents the modern day equivalent of about $50) and I found out that the local movie theatre (also back in the Stone Age, when the nearest town with a movie theatre would have a SINGLE movie theatre. That showed at most two films – one aimed at kids/families and one at adults, that played at different times on the SINGLE screen that theatres had) was playing an afternoon double feature of BOTH Musketeer films...well, THAT’S what I wanted to do more than anything! An impressionable age in a young girl’s development. Which explains a lot about why I spend my weekends dressed in funny clothes and the sight of an extended rapier, gripped by a black glove, dripping with lace...makes my heart skip a beat.
Edit: I'd forgotten that there were two versions of LIW and the Musketeers -- we're talking about the Hepburn/O'Toole version of Lion and the early seventies version of the Musketeers. Nice try, on the modern versions, but that's all I'll give them.