A Confession About Classical Movies
I am here writing a confession. A confession so grave that it might make the wires on Cinema Fanatic to go haywire (because we all know that she is a robot created by TCM).
I don’t like classic movies.
Before you start throwing stuff at me and write comments about the importance/brilliance of classic movies, yes I am aware of all that. I, myself, am an avid lover of classic literature. If it’s old and dusty, I will devour it in a day.
I am also a huge fan of history. I’m so enthralled with the way people lived back then. How society and humanity has developed throughout time. I am sometimes much more interested in the past then the future.
So combining those two things together, one would think that I would love classic movies. I mean, I do find them interesting. If anything, classic movies are an amazing way to preserve and study the way society was at that point in time. So I should be all over them, but sadly I’m not.
But that’s not the real confession here. Seeing as this blogathon issues with movies from 1939, well here is the real shocker: I don’t like The Wizard of Oz, didn’t mind Gone With the Wind that much (sorry Juan).
While the flame comments start raging down all over here, let me explain myself: OK no, there’s nothing to explain. I really don’t care that much for those two movies. Sure, The Wizard of Oz is quite visually stunning, but besides Over The Rainbow you will find me yawning.
Then with Gone With the Wind, I think it is the story that turns me off a little. It’s so over-dramatic. Clark Gable was fine and very dashing, but yeah, Scarlett O’hara is not one of my favourite characters in cinema history.
Now my horrible secret is out in the open. I bet Cinema Fanatic and Juan have loads to say. I will let you guys do so while I go watch The Little Princess with Shirley Temple. I do remember liking it, so who knows? I might learn to love classic movies after all.