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2002-03-20

:: <19:24> Movies <comment 15>

There have been three movies, no, make that four, that have affected my life [in a way that I myself could feel the change (added because Tommy couldn’t read between the lines)]. Perhaps not so much outwards but the way I think and look at my surroundings. Four movies. Only one of them is from my childhood, the others are relatively new and I don’t know if they’ll still be on this list a ten years from now. But now is more important than the future, so here they come in no order whatsoever.

The first one is The Empire Strikes Back. I saw it for the first time in 1982. Back in the heyday, it was not new at the time, it had existed for two solid years and I was five years old. Needless to say, the entire trilogy wrecked havoc on my entire childhood. I think I owned 80-95% of all the toys excluding the ships. Those where way to expensive for me. I knew Star Wars by heart before I started school.

The second movie is Fight Club. It is the greatest romantic comedy of all time. Pitch black romantic comedy.

Third movie, Pi. A paranoid obsessive guy that might be a bit autistic. When I saw this I was reading Alan Fletcher’s The Art of Looking Sideways, and these two together formed a strange symbiosis. It was as if someone had taken the filter we all have across our eyes and tilted it. Just a little bit, everything seems familiar but it’s not.

And so to the movie I’ve been watching for the last five days, almost in a long seamless loop. Untitled, or, as it is called in the shorter theatrical release: Almost Famous. The longer verion is much better in all aspects. For me, it felt as if it conveyed two messages: “you might still be uncool, but you might do some interesting stuff” and more importantly “follow through and pay the consequences.” And that is important.



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