04 June 2006

You grows up and you grows up and you grows up.


Today (4 June) is my 27th birthday, which makes me feel old and everything, but that's not the reason for this post. I figured I should mark the occasion in some way, so I shall list here 27 films I love, because that's the post I could think of that was appropriate while requiring the least amount of effort. This is, by no means, a definitive list.

(in no particular order)
1. Swingers
2. Casablanca
3. Fight Club
4. Annie Hall
5. Magnolia
6. The Graduate
7. Dekalog
8. Harvey
9. Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain
10. Waking Life
11. Before Sunrise/Before Sunset
12. The Dirty Dozen
13. Scenes From a Marriage
14. American History X
15. La Meglio gioventù
16. Punch Drunk Love
17. Rear Window
18. In the Bedroom
19. Play It Again, Sam
20. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
21. Lost
22. Hoosiers
23. The Royal Tennenbaums
24. This Is Spinal Tap
25. Some Like It Hot
26. L'Attente
27. The Godfather, Parts 1 & 2


andyhorbal said...

Happy birthday!

lucas said...


Matt Riviera said...

Happy Birthday Lucas! All the best from Sydney, Australia!
PS: great list.

lucas said...

thanks, mate (you guys still say mate, right?)

johanna said...

yo, I just read this and laughed and laughed (in the short i'm working on, a book editor, weary of reading bad books, gets a 'how-to')

so...a book on how to write about film that comes off as a manifesto to an entire generation of ADDS oriented moviegoers: is it weird that i feel strangely vindicated?

i agree with this fellow and ebert that movies are about images more than stories, and that far too much gets attributed to directors, but i think it would be miscreant somehow to not keep my emphasis on writing fairly strong. a good director can make a good movie out of a bad script, and even a mediocre director can do the same with help from the editor and the cast. further, i think it's a judicial challenge for a filmmaker to take a piece of writing that has visual potential and turn it into something new or great, but what can be said of a filmmaker who writes a piece just to have something to shoot? i keep coming back to the Bande à Parte scenario, where a director's talents saved a film from being a travesty, but it really only holds worth to far-from-impartial Godard fans (or poor fellows who'd rather stare at a circa-1964 Anna Karina than date someone in their own time) because it's not necessarily a case where a director had found a piece of writing that had potential, but rather just did some mental doodling; and, while I can appreciate the experimentation, the film has this huge disappointing aura over it as a result.

fuck, this is long. anyway...such are my thoughts this morning.

did you at least have a happy birthday?

Anonymous said...

What? no Pistol Pete?

Anonymous said...

that was completely uncalled for

joshua said...

so when's your movie about a 6 foot invisible bunny? or robot? or faked bee sting turned merder?