A Working Actor's Lament (Chapter 70)
Slowly Ruining Beautiful Memories
The actor took the DVD out of the mailbox, the red envelope a welcoming piece next to the Gas Bill and the PennySaver. Yes, NetFlix had arrived.
That night, as the wife lie beside him purring like a chainsaw, he hit the play button on the remote for the DVD Player and laid back in anticipation of the classic film he remembered..."Rosemary's Baby".
As he lay in bed hoping the suspense would finally build to the climax he had once experienced, the ending credits started to roll. Was this the end? Where was the suspense? Where was the thriller? Where the hell was the THRILL?
Why did they introduce the character of "Minnie", put her in one dramatic scene and never talk about her or what happened to her again? Was Dr. Hill in on it or just concerned that Rosemary was having PPD? When did John Cassavetes become such a bad actor?
He was beginning to question if all of the 'classic' movies he had grown to love were just a figment of his imagination. Maybe he was more impressionable in the early '80's and, knowing what he knows now, needs a film to actually have a story which makes sense and not be filled with holes. Maybe the theater training he had through college had made him overanalyze classic films to the point where they are horribly unwatchable? Maybe he could blame all of this on Quentin Tarantino?
Disheartened and full of questions, he pushed the power button on the remote. Although the TV had turned off, he continued to hold the button down. He thought maybe, just maybe, if he held it down long enough, he might be able to turn off the "new" memory of this childhood film favorite forever and all of the questions in his head would go away.
Maybe...maybe...
The actor took the DVD out of the mailbox, the red envelope a welcoming piece next to the Gas Bill and the PennySaver. Yes, NetFlix had arrived.
That night, as the wife lie beside him purring like a chainsaw, he hit the play button on the remote for the DVD Player and laid back in anticipation of the classic film he remembered..."Rosemary's Baby".As he lay in bed hoping the suspense would finally build to the climax he had once experienced, the ending credits started to roll. Was this the end? Where was the suspense? Where was the thriller? Where the hell was the THRILL?
Why did they introduce the character of "Minnie", put her in one dramatic scene and never talk about her or what happened to her again? Was Dr. Hill in on it or just concerned that Rosemary was having PPD? When did John Cassavetes become such a bad actor?
He was beginning to question if all of the 'classic' movies he had grown to love were just a figment of his imagination. Maybe he was more impressionable in the early '80's and, knowing what he knows now, needs a film to actually have a story which makes sense and not be filled with holes. Maybe the theater training he had through college had made him overanalyze classic films to the point where they are horribly unwatchable? Maybe he could blame all of this on Quentin Tarantino?
Disheartened and full of questions, he pushed the power button on the remote. Although the TV had turned off, he continued to hold the button down. He thought maybe, just maybe, if he held it down long enough, he might be able to turn off the "new" memory of this childhood film favorite forever and all of the questions in his head would go away.
Maybe...maybe...
Labels: Classic Films, DVD, John Casavetes, NetFlix, Quentin Tarantino, Rosemary's Baby
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