Born to be
A myth of long-
Gevity, but you
Recognize in me more
Than a curiosity
A gravitar of hope and peace
Beyond worldly mediocrity.
What's a nonet? This one's written in its syllabic reverse.
Frank’s Truthful Tuesday Q & A challenge for this week asks us to spill the beans on our cinematic proclivities:
What three movies best sum up your taste in movies, and why?
To get as close to the Truth as possible, I’m going to expand the question just a tad to what three categories and examples from each sum up my tastes in movies. It’s the best I can do as so many movies crowd into my mind and so many overlap in many ways that I can’t quite decide which are representative of my taste.
So the first category would be fantasy and science fiction. The films that I like best in this genre try to get at the things that matter in life beyond what we see and taste and feel. They also ask interesting questions about reality and faith. The following movies come to mind: The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogies, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Blade Runner, The Red Planet, Inception, The Thing and even Kubrick’s The Shining.
The second category would be films that deal with historical or personal dramas, films that show an ordinary person confronted with an extraordinary or painful event. In the process, he or she realizes strengths and resources that they didn’t know they possessed. Watching these affirm strengths and weaknesses we can all identify with and give us hope. Films that fall into this category for me would be The Thin Red Line, Schindler’s List, The Notebook, Healing River¹, The Fiddler on the Roof, Dark Knight, and M. Night Shyamalan’s Signs among countless more.
The third category would be comedies. I absolutely can’t get enough of Trevor Nunn’s Twelfth Night, It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, How to Steal a Million, While You Were Sleeping, The Awful Truth, My Favorite Wife, The Princess Bride, Analyze This, America’s Sweethearts and any Buster Keaton movie.
¹For more on Healing River, see my post for Day 25 of the 30 Day Film Challenge.
The four friends sat in the pale moonlight beside a flickering fire. The youngest of them was just short of thirty, the others led by four or five. They had long met in this clearing by the marshes, surrounded on all sides by woods. As the darkness grew heavier, their thoughts turned inward to the Marsh Fiend of Vetiver and Thyme. She travelled alone like a ghost far from home luring travelers to her side. And once they had seen her and gazed quietly at her while she smiled her forlorn smile.
“Clumsy, you are,” the old Tutor said, looking at the woman before him.
She bowed down her head like a wounded deer, the shame creeping up her neck
Like a phantom of heat engulfing her head until she sank down before him.
There before them lay the shattered remains of the crystal goblet of Cardis.
“If Narnia’s so religious, how come you can’t find any churches there?” a writer asks.
It’s a reasonable question. Given the Christian framework of Narnia, shouldn’t there be a church, or at the very least a praying figure or a hymn singer or two? And no doubt you’re sitting expectantly at the edge of your ergonomic chair for my response. Right?