John Kenneth Muir’s Reflections on Cult Movies and Classic TV: Reader Results: The Top Ten Greatest Horror Films (1960 – 2000). My friend and author John…
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Might as well end the week on an intriguing…
My good friend and author John Kenneth Muir has come up with another of his superb Reader Top Ten collaborations on his blog. A timely one at that for…
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Continuing with memories of films tailor-made for Halloween viewing,…
Built almost entirely around Roeser’s stellar guitar riff — it being the one song I taught my children how to air guitar as toddlers (much to their mother’s chagrin) — the track has gathered fans from each subsequent decade thereafter. Certainly, enough to collect movie acclaim over the years. If you listened to the lyrics carefully, that is. Two of which utilized the driving barre chords and the poetry of the lyrics to great effect from two distinct and contrary decades. The tune reverberated best in a pair of films from the 70s and 90s in striking backdrops by two wholly different directors dealing with death in their films.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes…vampires. You can’t turn on any broadcast channel of late without catching something on the legendary creatures. Be it the already acclaimed True Blood on HBO, the CW’s Vampire Diaries (which others have tried to convince me is worth it, but has still not intrigued me), or the movie trailers for vampire films released almost yearly. I am planning on finally watching Daybreakers (2009), based on a recommendation from author John Kenneth Muir, though.
A couple of years back, I did not publish a year-end piece on those articles I most enjoyed reading for the period. Routinely, my online reading…
North by Northwest (1959) — Art of the Title For some damn bit of happenstance, the specter of director Alfred Hitchcock seems to be continually crossing…
There are films, whether they are the important classics of cinephiles or not, which leave a distinct impression. And if they occurred during your formative years,…
Greetings, once again! After the much appreciated and positive response to my previous post on Stacy Keach. I’ve decided to return to one of my “Go…
Because I’m lazy I wanted to have them all in one place, I’m pulling my earliest movie quiz posts from the old blog archive and placing them…
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. As I’ve said before, “There are movies that you…
Originally posted on Seetimaar-Diary of a Movie Lover:
Niles Schwartz, blogs on movies at the NilesFiles, which in his own words are “A little long and…
To put it mildly, Burt Reynolds has had an interesting career — feel free to read in the old Chinese blessing slash curse at this point. His charismatic presence with early recurring roles on the Gunsmoke and Riverboat television series got many people’s attention (mine included, as a kid transfixed with TV). He parlayed that into larger and larger film roles.
I guess when you come down to it, this involvement of working as a projectionist from 1976 – 1977 at the Warner Huntington Park Theater was a unique one. It simultaneously fed me concession stand food & drink (though for years afterward, I couldn’t stand to drink Pepsi), pocket money, and experiences that couldn’t have come from anywhere else.
Greetings, once again. After some refreshing down time during the long July Fourth weekend. I’ve returned refreshed and renewed. And with a better appreciation of those who aided in making some of the smaller, less known films of the 1970s and 80s larger and more entertaining than first imagined.
Cinema Viewfinder: Dennis Farina. Wonderful tribute by blogger/writer Tony Dayoub for a character actor who made quite an impression in his second career, post-Chicago law enforcement:…
After being promoted by attrition to lead projectionist at the Huntington Park Warner Theater, following an all too short stint of a few months showing movies, I attempted to settle into a semblance of routine. The summer of 1976, though, threw that totally out of proportion with its arrival as I completed of my college spring semester. The result of which gave me more time to work.
This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. I’ve neglected this series for other things of late.…
Almost like clockwork, my friend and author John Kenneth Muir announced another of his Reader Top Ten list collaborations. And it’s a doozy, folks: “The question…
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