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Posts tagged ‘Film’

TMT: Hell to Pay…

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,…

Same Song, Different Movie: (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Buck Dharma

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.

Reprise » A Blood Sucking Movie Character Survey

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.

Reprise – Friday Forgotten Film: Sharky’s Machine

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.

Tales from the (Movie) Theater: The ‘Movie’ List (Part 8)

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.