What classic films did you feel didn't match their reputation for you?
BRIEF ENCOUNTER comes to mind immediately. did not “get” that one at all. but this is probably just because i’m a heartless monster who hates love.
while i think both THE EXORCIST & ROSEMARY’S BABY are well-made pictures, neither of them are very scary. their reputation of scarring people for life is baffling to me. but again, i have never been pregnant or catholic, so that might have something to do with it.
BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S is another one. iconic style, but god what a dull wisp of a movie. horribly dated, too.
and of course STAR WARS, which is quite possibly the most overrated movie of all-time. but its pop culture sway has never diminished, which separates it from many other classics in my mind. unfortunately, i feel like STAR WARS will always be culturally relevant & revered.
also, about 90% of all tennessee williams adaptations are actively awful. BABY DOLL & NIGHT OF THE IGUANA being the most notable exceptions. parts of STREETCAR too. performances are usually good, if absurdly overwrought, but filmmaking is frequently uninspired.
People get really irritated by mental illness. “Just fucking get it together! Suck it up, man!” I had a breakdown, and a spiritual friend came to visit me in the psych ward. And they said, “You need to get out of here. Because this is the story you’re telling yourself. You know, Patch Adams has this great work-group camp where you can learn how to really celebrate life.”
It’s something people are so powerless over, and so often they want to make it your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. I started thinking of suicide when I was 10 years old—I can’t believe that that’s somebody’s fault. Like, “Oh, you’re just an attention getter.” Mental illness isn’t seen as an illness, it’s seen as a choice.
Yeah. I have a joke about how people don’t talk about mental illness the way they do other regular illnesses. “Well, apparently Jeff has cancer. Uh, I have cancer. We all have cancer. You go to chemotherapy you get it taken care of, am I right? You get back to work.” Or: “I was dating this chick, and three months in, she tells me that she wears glasses, and she’s been wearing contact lenses all this time. She needs help seeing. I was like, listen, I’m not into all that Western medicine shit. If you want to see, then work at it. Figure out how not to be so myopic. You know?”
Remember how everyone’s favorite part of Heath Ledger’s performance in Brokeback Mountain was his almost painful physical repression, his reluctance to express any emotion that wasn’t punching or SHUTTING DOWN? His voice was closed in on itself in a raspy burr — he fell to the ground rather than shed tears — his face was hooded and dark and full of twitching cheek muscles. Kristen Stewart is Heath Ledger, I assure you. She has the same handsome face, the same winsome, masculine smile, the same reluctance to make direct eye contact.
For years, everyone in the world has misunderstood Kristen Stewart’s compressed emotional range. They thought it meant she was a limited actress; it means nothing of the kind. She is John Wayne being forced to play the Maureen O’Hara character. Give her a rail to lean against during a sunset, a military jacket, a toothpick to chew on, and something to squint her eyes against lazily in the distance, and her guardedness will be transformed from unsuccessful femininity to The Great American Male.
“Who ever edited it, forgot that movies are supposed to be the more interesting parts of life. In harry potter we never see him use the bathroom, or brush his teeth but we don’t care because there’s a story. In this movie you get the opposite, people do what real people do but you just don’t care. WE WATCH MOVIES TO ESCAPE AND EXPLORE, this film doesn’t do any justice to cinema.”—On Post Tenebras Lux (via onestarmoviereviews)