my shock and horror at the utter absence of Barry Lyndon
I call myself a movie-lover for having actually sat through both
Days of Heaven
and
1900.
I am sad to report that I have missed the Ryan O'Neal in short pants and fluffy shirtsleeves movie.
I have also never seen
The Leopard,
The Sweet Smell of Success,
or any single Jimmy Cagney movie all the way through.
My movie-lover certification came after I sat though a broadcast of Angels and Insects late one night. I should have opted for watching paint dry instead.
I have missed the Ryan O'Neal in short pants and fluffy shirtsleeves movie.
Also (from what I understand) a hauntingly pretty scene lit entirely by candlelight.
I kinda liked Angels and Insects. Not enough to rent it a second time, but enough to have watched it and come away with a general fondness for it.
The first fifteen minutes of A Clockwork Orange involved the
rape of a woman using a clown mask
. Uh, no thanks.
Barry Lyndon is one of the most beautiful movies ever made.
Well, so is
Days of Heaven,
but the latter is (I can say) about as boring a movie as you'll find.
(It was shot almost entirely in the gloaming, and it shows; pity nobody spent that much care on the script.)
Days Of Heaven
is known in my family as
Hours of Hell.
Barry Lyndon made me gasp and cry. I don't remember ever being bored.
I like
Full Metal Jacket
up to the hooker scene and then I don't. I feel I may just be too too shallow for the Kubrik love.
Full Metal Jacket
is a comedy. I laugh like a loon every time I see it.