::sticks to Fay's sap::

The '80s overall had the best action movies. In addition to Raiders and Road Warrior, as well as the Hong Kong films, there was Die Hard and Aliens, which I have on my best-of list.

Also Big Trouble in Little China and The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension.

The '80s overall had the best action movies.

The Empire Strikes Back.

From the link Tom posted--I've been looking for Housekeeping for years--I love that movie. Of course, from a person whose favorite movies are Local Hero, Crossing Delancy, and The Scent of Green Papaya, take that for what it's worth.

From the link Tom posted--I've been looking for Housekeeping for years--I love that movie.

Did you ever read the book? It's a consensus pick for one of the best American novels of the last thirty years.

Of course, from a person whose favorite movies are Local Hero, Crossing Delancy, and The Scent of Green Papaya, take that for what it's worth.

::schedules Bev to drop by and watch Local Hero and Gregory's Girl::

Of course, from a person whose favorite movies are Local Hero, Crossing Delancy, and The Scent of Green Papaya, take that for what it's worth.

::sits on Crossing Delancy bench with Bev::

I get cold chills hearing the opening chords of the Knopfler. Either Local Hero or Princess Bride. Gestalt.

I have not read the book, but I will now, as soon as I find it.

I forgot Microcosmos.

DH got up and left the room a quarter of the way through The Scent of Green Papaya: "Nothing's happening." And it's true, it's a very.slow.movie. There's hardly any dialog, and all the action takes place on a very confined set of a house and courtyard. But the physical beauty is mesmerizing, and there are sounds of water dripping, rain, rustle of leaves, sounds of people turning over in bed, walking barefoot on bare floors, rustle of clothing. It is the same sort of narrow, close focus that draws people like me into that world, regardless of the lack of explosive actions or passionate dialog--though emotions are passionately felt. Yes, I can easily sit through two hours of dialog-less closeups of a field of grass as insects and birds and plants go about their tiny lives beneath sun, wind, rain.

I suppose my prediliction for interminably "boring" movies is a form of meditation, introspective reflection on Meaning. It's likely perceived as pretention, but honestly, I need the slowdown. I need the opportunity to and reminder of how to slow down and really look at things, to experience them sensually and, temporarily at least, suspend intellectual dissection and criticism.

Of course I can experience things sensually and suspend intellectual dissection and criticism with Diehard movies, too.

Have we seen this 'round these parts?

Tim Burton's new project, 9.

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Surviving Picasso is another movie I really like that never came out on region 1.