I haven't updated this blog in a while and I've been debating whether I really need to. The funny thing about blogs is that you feel like you are mostly just talking to yourself when you write them. I know I have followers, but you can never be sure that those people are actually reading this stuff or that you are maintaining their interest with the subjects you tackle.
So, readers, I leave it up to you: What do you want me to write about?
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
CHILDHOOD MOVIEGOING MEMORIES cont.
1996- MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE
They weren't taking me to a dentist appointment. My parents were picking me up early from kindergarten to see..."Mission: Impossible." I was beyond excited. My parents were cool.
As soon as the theater darkened and the "Mission: Impossible" theme song blasted on the soundtrack, I was giggling with excitement. I was smiling so wide that I thought my face was going to break.
I'll always remember that warm summer day. After the movie, I felt like a super-spy. It may have only been a trip to the theater for a Tom Cruise action flick, but that day was a real thrill.
They weren't taking me to a dentist appointment. My parents were picking me up early from kindergarten to see..."Mission: Impossible." I was beyond excited. My parents were cool.
As soon as the theater darkened and the "Mission: Impossible" theme song blasted on the soundtrack, I was giggling with excitement. I was smiling so wide that I thought my face was going to break.
I'll always remember that warm summer day. After the movie, I felt like a super-spy. It may have only been a trip to the theater for a Tom Cruise action flick, but that day was a real thrill.
CHILDHOOD AT THE MOVIES
BEST MOVIEGOING MEMORIES
As clichéd as it sounds, my childhood really was a magical time. It’s almost beyond words. I don’t even think my parents fully understand how much it meant to me. It was the time in my life in which I felt most content with myself, most carefree, and overall most happy.
My favorite childhood memories were spent in movie theaters. In fact, I define my childhood by the movies I saw. The movies didn’t even have to be good. The experience itself was what I clung to.
WINTER, 1998, “A Simple Plan”
There’s something magical about walking out of a movie on a wintry night. The warmth of the movie going experience mixed with the brisk night air is simply invigorating. I’m still nostalgic for that feeling and I try to recreate it every time I see a movie during this season. However, that feeling seems to be trapped in childhood. When I walk out of a movie now, more often than not, I simply snap back into reality and am flooded once again with my everyday worries. When I was a kid, I got completely lost in the world of whatever movie I saw. I didn’t have responsibilities to go home to, but simply more dreams to play out. Sometimes, I miss those days terribly.
In the case of this memory (Winter 1998), I didn’t even see a movie. It was the buildup to seeing a movie that I remember. My mom and dad and I were going to see the action-adventure gorilla flick, “Mighty Joe Young,” but alas, it was sold out. We stood in the parking lot of the Yorktown Theatre (an exciting, candy-colored movie palace equipped with an arcade and café) thinking of what else we could see. We just hung out, enjoying the warmth of each other’s company, talking about new film releases. We were in no hurry, we weren’t too cold, it was perfect.
Dad had some good recommendations: the snow-bound crime thriller, “A Simple Plan,” the John Travolta legal thriller, “A Civil Action.” Looking back on it, I’m surprised he was willing to take a 7-year-old to those movies. I’m flattered actually. He knew I was passionate about film and I appreciate him encouraging me to see more complex films at a young age. I remember having a strange desire to see more mature movies when I was a kid. I was honestly more excited for dark thrillers like "A Simple Plan" and "A Civil Action" than lighthearted Hollywood spectacles like "Mighty Joe Young."
Oddly enough, we didn’t end up seeing any of those movies for whatever reason. We just went home and decided to see a movie on another day. But it was still a good movie going experience.
Stay tuned for more of my childhood movie going experiences…
As clichéd as it sounds, my childhood really was a magical time. It’s almost beyond words. I don’t even think my parents fully understand how much it meant to me. It was the time in my life in which I felt most content with myself, most carefree, and overall most happy.
My favorite childhood memories were spent in movie theaters. In fact, I define my childhood by the movies I saw. The movies didn’t even have to be good. The experience itself was what I clung to.
WINTER, 1998, “A Simple Plan”
There’s something magical about walking out of a movie on a wintry night. The warmth of the movie going experience mixed with the brisk night air is simply invigorating. I’m still nostalgic for that feeling and I try to recreate it every time I see a movie during this season. However, that feeling seems to be trapped in childhood. When I walk out of a movie now, more often than not, I simply snap back into reality and am flooded once again with my everyday worries. When I was a kid, I got completely lost in the world of whatever movie I saw. I didn’t have responsibilities to go home to, but simply more dreams to play out. Sometimes, I miss those days terribly.
In the case of this memory (Winter 1998), I didn’t even see a movie. It was the buildup to seeing a movie that I remember. My mom and dad and I were going to see the action-adventure gorilla flick, “Mighty Joe Young,” but alas, it was sold out. We stood in the parking lot of the Yorktown Theatre (an exciting, candy-colored movie palace equipped with an arcade and café) thinking of what else we could see. We just hung out, enjoying the warmth of each other’s company, talking about new film releases. We were in no hurry, we weren’t too cold, it was perfect.
Dad had some good recommendations: the snow-bound crime thriller, “A Simple Plan,” the John Travolta legal thriller, “A Civil Action.” Looking back on it, I’m surprised he was willing to take a 7-year-old to those movies. I’m flattered actually. He knew I was passionate about film and I appreciate him encouraging me to see more complex films at a young age. I remember having a strange desire to see more mature movies when I was a kid. I was honestly more excited for dark thrillers like "A Simple Plan" and "A Civil Action" than lighthearted Hollywood spectacles like "Mighty Joe Young."
Oddly enough, we didn’t end up seeing any of those movies for whatever reason. We just went home and decided to see a movie on another day. But it was still a good movie going experience.
Stay tuned for more of my childhood movie going experiences…
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