Image from The Flick Chick.
Darcy won’t watch movies more than once. You can imagine that this limits us. I tend to think that the late 90s was a FANTASTIC time for films. Last night we saw “Titanic”. This is only the second time I saw it since it came out in 1997. My family has a tradition of seeing movies on Christmas Day. I remember seeing “Sense and Sensibility” with my parents in 1995. I was dating a douchey guy at the time, a guy who resembled Willowby. He’s still like Willowby: if there is a modern day equivalent of being scandalous and gambling and not committing to a girl unless she’s a rich heiress or whatever nebulous activity Willowby was engaged in. My ex is still like that. In his early 40s. Those English lords who are, uh, wastrels? Yeah, they still exist today in modern society.
I’m sort of a stuffed shirt mid-western type (can I say that without being offensive?) and so, it’s a bit shocking that I have had a past history associating with a wastrel and that one of my favorite movies of all time is “Boogie Nights”, a morality tale set in the pornographic industry in the “Valley” of Southern California. The lesson? Don’t be pompous and presume hubris when all you have is a career in adult films. Incredible camera work and the soundtrack improve viewing immensely.
“Titanic” imparts similar lessons, right? The engineering power of man is limited. I actually think that movie has aged well. I know there was a huge uproar about the silly dialogue, but I will risk hipster scorn by saying: is it any different, really, than my beloved “Downton Abbey?” No, not really. I love to remind my brother that he made my poor, long-suffering mother see this movie, while my Dad and I were blown away by “Titanic.” Yep, that’s right, that movie blew me away.
Anyway, my favorite movie of the late 90s is “English Patient.” And I am making Darcy see it tomorrow.