Hmm. It's descriptive, but we could use a better name for this, I think.
Bang bang!
Luckily for me, we always seem to be screening movies I ought to have seen, but for whatever stupid reason never have. A culturally deprived childhood, perhaps? Oh well; it's never too late, I say, to address such grievous dearths in one's cinematic experience!
So it was on our Classic Old Movie Nights that I watched, rapt, with virgin eyes, some of those indispensable, canonical films.
God, Ladri di biciclette (ie., the "bicycle thieves," but in English, The Bicycle Thief, 1948) -- that was unforgettable, and heartbreaking. And remember the time we saw Roman Holiday (1953) at the Stanford Theatre? For the uninitiated, it's an absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous historic venue, and in my opinion, there's no better place to see Audrey Hepburn in all her B&W glory.
When the opening credits are this pretty, you know you're in for a treat
Yet our latest C.O.M.N. fare was no less remarkable -- for who in the English-speaking world hasn't seen The Seven Year Itch?? Well, me! It's embarrassing! Thank goodness for good girlfriends, who, due to their own extensive movie-watching experience, can share with you the best movies ever made.
The colors! -- the typography!
For, as I said, it's "never too late to correct a mistake." (Actually, that's a verbatim quote -- and lesson learned -- from the Berenstein Bears; see how the books you love as a child stick with you? Like glue.)
Oh, that was cute
I was so very pleased to see The Seven Year Itch. It's a good movie. Sexy but lighthearted, surprising, fast-paced. Not to mention tacitly rascist and sexist in that somewhat forgivable, oh-you-silly-1950s sort of way.
Dazzledent keeps you kissing fresh!
I could watch Marilyn Monroe forever. It's a relatively new thing for me. To be perfectly honest, I only "got" her charm after I saw her on film -- at age 25! -- because still photographs do her no justice, I've discovered. It was Some Like It Hot (1959) that marked my conversion. And while I've only seen very few movies of hers, I just recently watched My Week with Marilyn (2011) on my own mother's recommendation -- not a bad one -- which gave me a whole new insight which, looking back now, should have been slightly obvious: that girl was vulnerable.
Look at that girl. Just look at her! So adorable
Closing statement: Classic Old Movies Night -- where-ever would I be without it? Still living in ignorance, my soul in poverty, ever pretending I've seen movies that I actually hadn't, I expect. I hope this tradition never dies, not for years and years and years. I anticipate many more wonderful C.O.M.N.s to come.