THE ICE... IS GONNA BREAK!

[thehefner]

So on my birthday, Friday March 3rd, who wants to come see the original KING KONG premiere at the AFI? I know I'll be getting tickets in advance!

We went to AFI last night with the intention of seeing this enigmatic supposed masterpiece, The Squid and the Whale, a movie I have heard nothing about save that it's been #1 on tons of critics' lists. Plus, I love Jeff Daniels. However, the guy in front of me literally bought the very last ticket. Cockmonkey! So what did we see instead? My favorite Hitchcock movie, North by Northwest. Yeah, that's... that's acceptable.

God, I love that movie. I love the humor, the thrills, and the wonderfully blunt symbolism at the end (CHUGACHUGACHUGACHUGACHUGA! It's *symbolic*, Moltar!). I love how god damn smooth Cary Grant is and how thrilling that crop duster scene remains. I love Martin Landau looking like Dracula even then and I love how Leo G. Carroll was over a barrel when Tarantula took to the hills.

What's next at AFI? A David Cronenberg retrospective! OOOOOOO! A whole month of perfect date movies! Seriously, what could be more romantic than a night of Jeremy Irons playing identical twin gynecologists or James Woods with his stomach vagina? What could be more tender than watching Geena Davis pick up little bits of flesh that once belonged to Jeff Goldbum's "BrundleFly" or Jennifer Jason Leigh inserting an umbilical-cord-like video game pod into a hole punched into her spine by Willhem Dafoe? Imagine, experiencing exploding heads and open wound fucking right there on the big screen! And really, what woman wouldn't swoon at Christopher Walken's climactic shout, "THE ICE... IS GONNA BREAK!"?

Yeah, I, uh... I forsee a month of movies I will probably be seeing alone.

But I may bring someone along just to photograph me outside of the theatre when the marquee advertises Naked Lunch, just so I can point and say, "I can think of at least two things wrong with that title."

Comments

[dame-ratcliffe.livejournal.com]

That's funny, both siblings worked with Mr. Daniels. Yeah, it took me a while to realize they were related. I met Jesse out here through the director of that film for which fingers are crossed. We talked a little and he told me he was from East Brunswick where a friend of mine from college was from...my friend had been his sister's camp counselor, so I knew she was from there as well, but it wasn't until about a month later that I pieced it all together.