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Itβs interesting, what you write here. Clue is actually one of the most difficult films to watch, and therefore is so eminently rewatchable, because of the three different interpretations viewers must follow intellectually in hopes of ever untangling it.
Agree. This wasn't only a fantastic documentary about show business, it awakened lost memories of that lost decade, the 90's. The 90's had it all, and most of it wasn't good. I'd have paid to see this documentary. A+++
Whoa! Oh, man, am I glad to hear this! I checked yesterday when you posted about being in Gallup. Google Maps said 11 hours to the mighty Pacific ocean. (Okay, well, I didn't put "mighty" in the search bar.) I was going to post and urge you to drive straight through, but then thought that it's best to let everything up to the traveler in all cases.
I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE H-O-M-E-!-!-! I am SOOO glad. I hope you got an excellent night's sleep and that your little buddy is out catching the waves on the mighty Pacific ocean, along with all those other wild-and-crazy California girls...
So: When do we hear which state makes California fall to second place in the cray-cray stereotype department? :)
...And I have a strange feeling it ain't gonna be South Carolina.
One more time. I. AM. SO. GLAD. YOU. ARE. HOME. SWEET. HOME.
Godspeed to you both.
:) How--o, how--could I forget "O, Fair New Mexico?"
I doff my old Maine Elmer Fudd hat--and also my miner's helmet--to this lovely song.
Well, it might lift her spirits to sing songs about every state she passes through...although I personally can't think of any about New Mexico π²π½ πΊπΈπ
@ catbookss--
You should be singing "Oh What a Beautiful Morning" somewhere along this stretch.
Put a Tiger in Your Tank!
Hopefully, you'll be crossing the great divide...the great divide that is between gray-and-gloomy back into nice sunshine.
But what idiot ever said it wasn't the destination, but the journey that counts? :) Not until I they invent and I can afford a self-driving car.
Happy Motoring!!!
Nooo! Catbookss, I'm posting this publicly because I think it may benefit other people, especially women of a certain age traveling solo.
Several years ago, I moved IN NOVEMBER to far Northern Maine, north of Caribou. The closest thing to my house was the border crossing. I didn't travel to meet a friend, like you. The first thing to hit me was the property owner's lie about the home's location. I sent Google an email about its messed up maps; Google sent me two "Thank You's." The second thing: I did not know how huge an issue drugs are in the state, but the Acadians with whom I shared the building behavior scared me stiff. I was three hours away from the U.S.--yes, the U.S., because northern Maine--is not southern Maine.
My formerly perfect older car froze almost to death. Local merchants lied through their teeth to me (and certainly some were quite nice.) My point is that although after the inclement place eventually made me flee in the middle of a winter night, by sticking it out, when I returned to my starting-place, I knew IN MY BONES, I'd "bloom where I was planted."
There is a great future ahead of anyone--especially any woman--who has the guts to go it alone on a road trip to a place called Who Knows? But you did it! You did it, girl! You're younger by far than you were when you set out because youth of spirit has to be earned.
Reading what you wrote above is so reminiscent of what my family member went through--the punch-drunk shock, the need to howl, How could you! I will never forget hearing, halfway from LA, halfway to Pennsylvania, my relative's numb, "I don't understand. I don't understand." Well, here's what it is: THEIR encroaching senility. THEIR dread of life. THEIR wish to displace THEIR pain on someone, anyone, any*thing*--like vampires. They knew what you would go through, and your dog along with you. Forget them, and please, please, stay long enough to remember them only as potholes you had to avoid. God bless.
Research "arrogant genius television" for a start if the subject interests you. Then you'll know what b*s*a*d stands for, too!
I think shows with autistic supermen, starting with Brent Spiner thirty years ago, have run their course. Worse in the case of this show, whose hype-ads were repeated so often, I begged the t.v. to shoot me. The Good Doctor posits a 1) brilliant; 2) good-looking; 3) white; 4) male as the face of autism, as t.v.-land has since Data the Android. And this does no help for real autistics. Real adult autistics have a very high suicide rate, not because they're not brilliant, but because despite their brilliance, the disability often precludes them either from seeking or maintaining highly-paid careers in STEM fields. (Fox Mulder in retrospect was a poor b*s*a*d.)
I haven't and won't watch this series, not until the government, society--whatever--starts paying attention to adult autists who unlike a "good doctor" have aged out of the concern of every frikkin' body except their anguished parents.
I just began to follow this thread--for what have to be (to me) very mysterious reasons. I've never followed Moviechat's General Discussion thread. Swear to God, reading this and other threads I searched this board for, started by you, I thought you were a family member! The I-40, the misery of entering humidity, the arrival at a destination where unanticipated difficulties come out of left field. Jesus. The similarities "read" like a novel.
First, I'm very sorry to hear this development. Second, I want to recommend an exact--EXACT--story of a young guy who moved from California to NC... I use ellipses because there's a sequel. I live in Pennsylvania and could not adapt to the California climate when I tried in the 90's. You sincerely (oh, honey, believe me) *sincerely* might not be able to adapt to eastern humidity. Autumn is a deceptive season here; first, because as John Donne said, and I'm paraphrasing very badly, "October is the closest thing to heaven we'll know here on earth." The days will become less humid and the colors heartbreaking in their beauty. But.
But the humidity will return. The winters are b*sta*ds. Personally? I love the dead of winter, and I love it inversely to my age. Most older adults fear winter. Not me. No time of year gives an older person more of an excuse in their free time to stay glued to the internet or DVDs or--whatever.
PLEASE feel free to contact me here or at the email address (@yahoo.com) that followed my IMDB user name (trust me, we know each other from the Forsyte Saga board--but please do NOT write that name here in public). I did not go by this Moviechat screen name on IMDB.
Reading into what you wrote, there's a possibility that jealousy is in play. Not good. Exact same issue my family member had to deal with out of the blue. Anyway, honey, take care. Keep us posted. God bless.
[EDIT: Can't find the blogger who did the CA to NC move but will keep looking for it.]
Nice wrap-up. Everyone has his/her favorites, but the treatment of Terrell Owens was uncalled-for and verged on abuse.
Very good point. I saw the movie the day of its release and never was so shocked in my life by any other movie. The Sixth Sense is so brilliant; it requires a lot of thought to appreciate the many ways in which its brilliance shows. Your point is that children are children, with or without a sixth sense. They are reacting to the world, not analyzing it.
I promised someone I would watch it because they claimed it is an underrated masterpiece. In my opinion it's the work of someone high on acid and possibly the worst film I've ever seen.
I just watched the film for the first time. It had SUCH promise for the first third; then it went downhill. I wondered the same thing you ask, because it seemed to undo the entire script. Shame that producers don't pay more attention to, like, the screenplays they finance. Meg Tilly was really good in her role, and so was Tony Perkins.
Hmm... I'd probably disagree. Never having seen Toy Story, I take your word about its quality and innovativeness--but that's the whole thing. I never saw it or wanted to see it. An adult in 1995, children's films never were in my repertoire. So I think I'd stick with the original Star Wars, which had intra-generational appeal. Everything about it was the "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn" landmark of its era and I'd argue the game-changing film of the 20th century.
Sadly, I don't have the time I used to to devote to film or television discussion. But some points you make I reacted to. North By Northwest is his best film, I agree. Nothing comes close. Torn Curtain is not at all in the same category as his "pervert" films. No way. Strangers on a Train is ten times more perverted than Psycho, and yet Psycho got all the hype because of the "psychologist's" monologue. They're both sick as f*ck movies, but Strangers on a Train is twelve times more disturbing than Psycho. Fourth, you're right when you say Vertigo somehow marked the split of his mind--at least for me, it did. Fifth, Hitchcock *so* is indeed contemptuous of most of mankind but of women in particular. I couldn't finish the HBO series because it was too sadistic.
All in all, he was in the right place at the right time--just like Steven Spielberg. Everyone who makes him out to be some sort of genius from Olympus... No one's a genius. Everyone does what they do, and some are lucky. Hitchcock was very very lucky.
Finally, he was lucky because movie-goers in general like perverts, and he was one non-pareil perv. The espionage films, Rebecca, and North By Northwest save his reputation. And perhaps creative men during WWII couldn't help but be driven more than a little insane.