Some men are just to die for. Rawr, Norman!I love movies. I love movies. I love movies. I've always loved movies, and for a while, I was on a Netflix quest to catch myself up to other dignified movie-lovers in terms of knowledge. Not just for the street cred, but because my love for movies wasn't matching up with my actual track record. Though it truly was a valiant effort, it was a bit of a fail nevertheless--many movies to see, so little time. Also, where to begin? Classic black and white? Musicals? Indie films? I was tap dancing all over the place.
I look around in my Intro To Film class, and I don't see anyone else salivating over the clever Hitchcock symbolism being revealed by our professor... could it just me that finds this so gripping? Why don't films propel these other people the way they do me?
I love movies.
I'm thinking of starting a journey through the book 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die.
Part of me think this is necessary, and part of me is scared I'll be waded through a barrage of bad "classic" films while missing out on loads of cult classics. The list to my (self-trained) eye, however, does look pretty respectable, and the idea of the project sends shivers up me spine... blog opportunity!
I'm going to contemplate this idea a little further, but I'll keep you posted.
1 comment:
ugh gosh i'm glad you like Norman too. when i first saw the movie i had the biggest crush on him.
yum, skinny boys.
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