Classic Film Education Session 2

I swear somebody jammed a film lecturer in my brain at some point and didn't tell me.

I've been educating midnightfae on classic cinema, based on the fact that I was talking about Cary Grant the other night and she stared at me blankly. I made it my mission to teach her and teach her well about classic cinema.

Session 1 comprised of His Girl Friday (Hawks, 1940) and North by Northwest (Hitchcock, 1959). She enjoyed both, although I think the screwball comedies are more up her alley, which lead to Session 2.

Session 2, last night, started out with My Man Godfrey (La Cava, 1936), which midnightfae appeared to enjoy a great deal. I randomly spouted interesting facts about Carole Lombard, and we followed up with Nothing Sacred (Wellman, 1937) which I had forgotten isn't that good. We abandoned it halfway through and segued into darker humor with The Invisible Man (Whale, 1933), which may have broken the poor girl's brain. I started really going in on the history of this film quite a deal. I probably needed to shut up, but I'm so very impressed with myself some days.

Anyway, I'm weighing possibilities for the next session. She doesn't know who Humphrey Bogart is, either. I'm thinking Casablanca and The Maltese Falcon.

My Netflix Queues

Yes, plural. I keep three -- one for "normal movies," one for television discs, and one for horror films that I need to review for Classic-Horror.

( The 'Normal' Queue )

( The Television Queue )

( The Horror Queue - First 60 Items )

2006! The Future!

Damned if I do, damned if I don't. If I say that I feel confident that 2006 is going to be peachy, which I feel it will be, then I'm setting myself up for a fall. If I say that 2006 will suck, then it will because what kind of attitude is that, honestly?

So. 2006 will be. Que sera sera.

This obvious statement brought to you by the Nostalgia Campaign for Restoring the Future to its Former Glory.