The Classic Film That Made You Love (Or At Least Stop Hating) Old Movies
An Afternoon Comment Diversion / Ranylt Richildis
Comment Diversions | June 25, 2008 | Comments ()
Some people are born with old movie lust, while others need to be coaxed into liking them. I can’t remember a time when I was actually put off by black-and-white or silent movies, but I do remember the day when neutral appreciation turned into real excitement.
Despite taking three cinema classes in my teens (the Quebec school system rules), it wasn’t until catching a late-night broadcast of I Am a Fugitive From a Chain Gang in my first year of college that I. Was. Completely. Gripped. by a grandfather film. 1932, it turns out, was an outstanding year, and Paul Muni shook me to the core. There’s a difference between enjoying The Wizard of Oz when you’re six years old, or admiring Eisenstein in film class — and feeling the years between you and an older movie dissolve away completely.
In honor of Classics Week, let us know what movie either transformed enjoyment into obsession, or (for others) neutralized your disdain for “raggedy old brown film” (as Bambara styles it). We’d like to qualify an “old movie” as something made at least two decades before you were born, so consider that your only parameter.
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