Carpe diem. Seize the day. Like so many others, I adopted the motto after seeing Dead Poets Society for the first time so very many years ago. It came out just a few months before my 15th birthday, and it had a major impact on me just as much as it did with the impressionable young men in the film. It still has an effect on me 29 years later, but for far different reasons. The following is more about me than it is about the film.
Nuns are hot and dangerous!
There have always been discussions about who will be the next James Bond. Always contentious, the discussions are simultaneously fun and infuriating. This piece will take a quick look at someone who never even had a chance: David Farrar.
Ashley and I were able to sit down and discuss The Exorcist the other day. It may not be scary for everyone, and that’s okay, but it’s a beautifully-shot movie regardless. And we came to the realization that horror is a lot like comedy.
Ashley and I are going to talk about Billy Idol and his video for the song Eyes Without a Face…<producer yells in my ear> What? Oh, my mistake; we’re actually going to talk about Georges Franju’s 1960 film, which is almost as good as the song.
Okay, maybe not. I went into the discussion of There Will Be Blood thinking that we were going to spar a little bit, but it turned out that we were eye-to-eye on this a lot more than I would have assumed. It doesn’t make for the deepest or most thorough conversation or analysis, but we came to a surprise revelation at the end.
L.A. Story (1991), written by Steve Martin and directed by Mick Jackson, is an interesting mix of absurdity, fantasy, and love. So it’s basically Shakespeare.