I’ve recently found myself on defense about an odd subject… When conversations of old and well-renowned movies sprung up, it’s been revealed that I have a startling gap in my film education.
There are apparently a TON of “classic” movies I have never seen. There, I said it. It’s all out in the open now. Whew!
For someone who LOVES movies, and who surrounds himself with other people who do as well, admitting that is like coming out of the closet to a conservative religious Republican. You hope and pray that they’ll still love you even after you admit your secret, but part of you wonders.
So yeah, I haven’t seen Casablanca, or at least, not much of it. I’ve never seen Gone with the Wind either. In fact, of the top ten movies on the American Film Institute’s “Top 100 Movies” list, I’ve missed those two and Citizen Kane, Lawrence of Arabia, On the Waterfront, and Singin’ in the Rain. That’s right, I scored 40% on the top ten.
And though I know that soylent green is people, I have not, in fact, seen the film.
I think I first became truly enamored with movies right around the late eighties… I still remember Crocodile Dundee coming out (1986) and Dirty Dancing right behind it (1987). In fact, those two were the first VHS tapes my family rented, if that tells ya something. Batman (1989) was the first movie I became truly obsessed with.
These, to me, are classic movies. They’re classic because they they were some of my earliest notions of what movies should be like. They’re when my awe and wonder about cinema first came to be.
For the record, I think my first movie theater experience was Return of the Jedi (1983) which would’ve made me six years old at the time. I remember it was at the movie theater on Patrick Air Force Base, which was small, but it had a fancy curtain in front of the screen, and they always showed a short clip of an American flag before the film. For years after, I resisted the urge to stand up and hold my hand over my heart before a movie.
And my favorite theatre experience as a kid was going to see Spaceballs (1987) because my dad took me, just the two of us, despite the fact that it was at AMC where he couldn’t smoke and drink beer. Man, I miss the Drafthouse movie theater. Even though I nearly smoke nor drank, because I was TEN, it was somethin’ special.
Anyway, enough of my rambling. Share some of your “classic movie” experiences with us! Whether it’s actual so-called “classic” (read: old) movies that I should make sure to watch, or your earliest movie theater memories, or your favorite… Give us a little sneak peek into your love of cinema. Reply below!