Anyway. I suddenly got the urge to watch Sunday In New York (again) on Thursday night at 11 or so. This would not at all be unusual in my former, carefree, practically perfect life-- but now The Millie is a college student. Words like responsibility, dedication, and sleep are suddenly a normal part of my vocabulary (so are depression, unhappiness, and exhaustion-- as you can well imagine).
OF COURSE, I HAD to text Kate and let her know I was watching her movie (I'm pretty sure when the copyright expired on the movie, sometime in the early 2000's, Kate took ownership!), because I rarely do anything remotely bordering on awesome without letting SOMEONE know. It's just the way us post-post-modern children do things. (I'm not joking. My political science professor last quarter told me that I was born into the post-post-modern era because I was only seven when 9/11 happened!)
The next day in geog class - in the midst of India overtaking China in 2050 - I was thinking about why it was I was texting Kate when I was going to watch Sunday In New York (besides the fact that she owns the copyright...;-D [OH MY GOSH! Fourth paragraph in, and only the first creepy, winking emoticon]).
It's because of Rod Taylor.
Kate is the entire reason I actually like Rod Taylor. Oh, I never really had anything against him. But, The Birds and The Glass-Bottom Boat sort of just left me blah on the subject. Kate's complete adoration for both Rod and SINY (and the free copy of it she sent me...haha) led me to watch the movie (and a couple other Rod films). Her posts about him made me watch the movie with, I suppose, a "new perspective". I came out of it liking Rod Taylor. Genuinely liking him. (I'm still on the fence with Cliff Robertson though-- THE BIG KAHUNA'S CREEPERNESS PERVADES EVERY THOUGHT OF HIM. ;-D)
Of course, then I started thinking about all the other influences non-fleshies [Reminder: the definition for unfamiliar words is in The Milliesaurus at the top of the page!] have had on me. A LOT OF INFLUENCES.
Before Kate became possibly-unhealthily obsessed with him, I had sorta/kinda heard the name Dirk Bogarde once or twice. I vaguely thought he was some character actor in b-movies. Um. No.
Also: has British accent.
Before Casey got ahold of me...I HAD NEVER SEEN A DOUGLAS FAIRBANKS JR. MOVIE. I had never watched the brilliance of Gunga Din. (Quick true story: I recently had a midterm in the aforementioned geography class. Because of extenuating circumstances, I was unable to study for the test AND I had missed a couple days of class because of sickness and snow. Anyway, the essay question was about colonization in India as opposed to colonization in Southwest Asia. OF COURSE that was the day of class I missed [reading the textbook possibly could have helped as well]. I faked the entire essay part of the test. A good portion of my answer may or may not have been knowledge gained from Gunga Din. I got 92% on the test. This should restore my faith in the historical accuracy of studio films, but it more restores my faith in the fact that using as many as possible large words and saying the same thing over and over in different sentence structures confuses over-worked professors EVERY TIME. End quick true story.) I had never seen the jaw-dropping coolness of Sinbad the Sailor! I had never watched Having A Wonderful Time, or The Joy of Living, or Young In Heart. In short, I was leading a deprived life. My life is much better with DFJ in it!
Sarah completely changed my opinion on Anthony Perkins. Apparently, he wasn't actually Norman Bates in real life (WHO KNEW?!). He was actually this person:
PSYCHO SPOILER ALERT! (Note: this is NOT the same person who kills his mother, then dresses up as said mother and kills other people. Not at all.) END SPOILER ALERT!
There are many other examples of my movie tastes being changed. In myriads of different ways, I have been influenced by others. Classic film bloggers have diverse interests and favorites, and so have a great ability to persuade by their enthusiasm.
^This paragraph was written to show you my method of saying the same thing many times and lengthening other-wise blank essays. ;-DDD
Seriously speaking, my movie favorites have been often added to by other classic movie bloggers-- non-fleshies. Othertimes, a review will be written that makes me NEED to run out and watch that film at any cost. That is why I watched The Hustler: Raquelle's review. Nicola's 365 Movies series made me watch so many different movies. Alyson over at The Best Picture Project (brilliant blog by the way) has made me watch (or at least WANT to watch) any number of Oscar nominated films. AND I USUALLY HATE AWARD-WINNING FILMS. And I'm not gonna even talk about the fact that I'm watching Darby O'Gill and the Little People on St. Patrick's Day - Sean Connery's singing notwithstanding - because of Niahmy's recommendation. And these examples are just a few off the top of my head. You guys have so much influence over me that some things I clearly remember as being long-favorites...probably originated from one of your blogs!
I recently wrote my term paper for history class on the impact of WWII movies made during WWII. I also cited Matthew. I also got an almost perfect score on the paper (the few points I missed were because of some mistakes in the bibliography page). That's craziness, my dear followers. You guys are awesome.
Clearly, I haven't had too much influence over my followers (I feel like you guys need a cool name, so we can start a ClassicForever cult, yes?! Comment with a name for my readers. The winning name may be featured here some day. ;-DDD). ESPECIALLY when I comes to my beloved mind-smushing entertainment (I will NEVER forgive you all for voting against Awesome Surfer Movies in that poll about least favorite genre). I do however take some credit for the recent global popularity of the phrase Wowzie Kazam. That and that alone is the mark I have left on the world. ;-D
What I'm trying to say - in the least nonsensically way possible at 5am - is that the classic film blogging community is AWESOME. Where else could I find people so much like myself?! (You probably shouldn't take that as a compliment.) Where else in the world could I find other people who like Dr. Goldfoot and The Bikini Machine?! (Okay. I haven't found anyone else yet. BUT I WILL.) Where else could I find such nice, always stupendously amazingly cool, and sometimes even sardonic people who like to argue about Alfred Hitchcock movies?!
I MUSTACHE YOU GUYS. [Again, this post is relying heavily on the assumption of the readers' knowledge of basic Millie-speak.]
So. How have you influenced/been influenced by the classic movie blogging world? And, have you ever watched Gidget Goes Hawaiian on my shining recommendation? Comment and let me know (or just comment. Please. I hate the pathetic posts with no comments. When that happens I almost start letting spammers comment. So really, please. ;-DDD)
P.S. This is a random shout-out to Brian. Because he begged for it. And if he's reading this right now, then he should know that he's not supposed to be reading my blog. Sooo. ;-DD