Here I Go Again

Kazzy

Here I Go Again

When we lived in Los Angeles my husband and I really caught the movie bug.  We enjoyed the older theaters that had not all succumbed to the "new and improved" style, meaning they had one screening room with velvet drapes and creaky floors and that authentic musty smell.  This is not something that I would want in my own home, but in a cool art deco experience it seemed like a must (no pun intended).  

While were there in L.A. I somehow became addicted to Elizabeth Taylor movies.  For one three-day period I rented every LizT video I could find and stacked them near the TV as I worked my way through them.  Luckily, I had two toddlers at the time and used their naps as my screening times.  I made the journey with Liz from young to old, thin to thick, husband to husband.  I get that way sometimes, where I am like that retriever that will dig in the bushes for hours looking for the tennis ball someone threw to me.  Anyway, I had my fix and then I was done.

Then there was Howard's End with Emma Thompson and I thought to myself, "Here we go again!"  A few years ago I went on my Emma binge, renting all of her stuff, and I have seen every film she has made.  Howard's End is a favorite so that gets to stay in my pill bottle as I move forward with my addiction.

Bette Davis provided my other keeper with All About Eve, which G and I got to watch in Seattle recently in a 70 year-old theater with fifty seats and an 8 foot ceiling. So cool!  Yes, she too became an obsession for a couple of weeks while I did everything possible to track down old, almost unknown films.  Some are really pretty bad, but Eve is melodrama at its absolute best.

So, I am fickle... I soon moved on to Katherine Hepburn and was mesmerized by some of her performances.  We went so far as to drive through her hometown in Connecticut last summer as we were making the trek from Virginia to Boston.  She was a real icon in the movie industry, but also in making social and fashion statements.  High cool factor.

Last night I found myself slipping into it again.  I saw Mamma Mia twice in one day and have plans to go twice more in the next few days.  I found myself looking up Meryl Streep filmographies online last night while a second window was running You Tube clips of her.  I knew I was in trouble when I printed off the list and magneted it to my back door.  I figure that if I watch 2 films a day I can get through all 46 by the time I get back to work mid-August.