Dedicated to movie nerdom, nostalgia, and escape. In the late 90s, I worked at Blockbuster Video where they let me take home two free movies a day. I caught up on the classics and reviewed theatrical releases for Denver 'burbs newspapers and magazines. Today, while raising two young, beautiful daughters with my amazing wife, I look forward to anything rated R and not Bluey. Comments and dialogue encouraged!
There is a disarming tenderness inside the miserable monster Al Pacino creates in Scent of a Woman. Lt. Colonel Frank Slade elevates bitterness into a kind of sport. He yells, he scolds, he repels—he’s the human equivalent of a “Do Not Touch” sign with legs. And yet, maddeningly, you still want to hug him. Maybe... Continue Reading →
Mom was visiting her sisters on the east coast, my best friend, Nick, stayed the night, and Dad let us rent any horror flick we wanted. Of course, we chose A Nightmare on Elm Street. It was 1988. We were fourth graders, and we had imaginations. The Freddy Krueger franchise had already begun in 1984,... Continue Reading →
“But it’s good. It’s my life.” -Becky (Juliette Lewis) from What's Eating Gilbert Grape (1993) It’s good. It’s my list. It was an absolute joy reflecting on 50 formative movie favorites of mine, recalling who I saw them with, and realizing how much the 1980s complete me (fourteen titles from that whacky decade made my... Continue Reading →
I’ll never forget flipping through Entertainment Weekly’s 100 Greatest Movies of All Time magazine at the Gonzaga University Bing Crosby Student Center. It was October 1999, and the trend of releasing as many “Top,” “Best,” and “Greatest” lists was exploding before the world itself was predicted to explode. Y2K anticipation was all about the fear... Continue Reading →
For me, it was the smell. An amalgamation of Milk Duds, buttery popcorn, and hard-shell plastic would rush through my nose the moment I opened the glass door. It was the smell of nostalgia long before I was old enough to be nostalgic. It reminded me that movies were comfort, and comfort was home. In... Continue Reading →
Some people have a writer in them they need to let out. Some write about fly fishing. There's a nice man I follow who writes about his latest barbecue chicken rub. I do movies. A good majority of bloggers choose to write about movies too. Some write well. Some try well. I'd like to think... Continue Reading →
Rating movies couldn't be any more subjective, personal, and inconsistent. One thing is for sure - a "great" movie doesn't necessarily mean it's a "favorite" movie. I mean, my favorite bad movie is Weekend at Bernie's (for obvious reasons), but I won't be seeing the great Gone with the Wind again because it will take... Continue Reading →
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