I seriously love to watch movies. I’m not a full-blown film buff or anything, but it truly is one of my favorite things to do. I know when people list their “interests” movie-watching tends to get included, so it’s sounds cliche when I say it, but whatever. (I also am one of those people who claims to like “every kind of music”–but I do dammit! Maybe I’m not a huge metal fan, but I can still enjoy “Enter Sandman”–so there.)
Here are a couple summarizing examples of how my love of movies manifests itself: 1.) I can watch movies marathon-style. They don’t even need to relate to one another; I can take an evening and watch three flicks back to back, easy. 2.) I’m currently pursuing a goal to see all 100 films on the American Film Institute’s Top 100 American Films. I’m slightly less than half way done. I just watched Dr. Strangelove and have Sunset Boulevard, West Side Story, and Schindler’s List on deck (rewatching the latter two to refresh my memory). 3.) I am hyper-fascinated with Vincent Price and am in the process of watching all of his films. And all those directed by Tim Burton. And Kubrick.
So, right now I am getting really pumped for the Oscars. Admittedly, I have really sucked at seeing the nominated films this year. (An even worse admission: I **just saw** Slumdog Millionaire.) I have only seen two of those up for Best Picture: Inglourious Basterds and The Hurt Locker. And still having only seen those two, I can confidently say that THE HURT LOCKER MUST WIN BEST PICTURE. What an amazing, amazing film. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so intensely involved in watching a movie. I really could go on and on about it, but I’ve already done a lot of going on and on, so for now I’ll save it.
I’ve always wanted to host an “Oscars Party” where everyone comes over the watch the awards and must arrive dressed as a character from a nominated film. Most importantly, such a party would give me to perfect opportunity to justify acquiring a Scarlett O’Hara get-up. All that’s left is to decide if I want to be Green-and-White-Barbeque-Dress Scarlett, or Green-Velvet-Curtains Scarlett. (Forget Red-Slutty-Dress Scarlett, I’ve always thought it looked anachronistic.)
One day I’ll tell you about the time I met Careen from Gone with the Wind.