tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485553161720542747.post5074750508481681948..comments2022-04-01T18:44:47.224-07:00Comments on The Wandering Cinephile: Rasion d'etreRuss Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11270281157298330460noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485553161720542747.post-10042640374506542072010-12-21T08:37:03.226-08:002010-12-21T08:37:03.226-08:00Great stuff. Your anecdotes about these rowdy inc...Great stuff. Your anecdotes about these rowdy incidents make me wonder if Cinephiles should lighten up and seek out this sort of communal experience more often. We are so snooty about utter silence in the Cinemah. In a way, it sort of belies the whole point of the communal cinematic experience if you try to cocoon yourself in the theater.<br /><br />Time and a place for everything, I suppose.Russ Queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11270281157298330460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5485553161720542747.post-5671090253357368372010-12-18T07:28:14.868-08:002010-12-18T07:28:14.868-08:00DOWN ON THE REZ
Anyone who doubts the salience of...DOWN ON THE REZ<br /><br />Anyone who doubts the salience of community to the film going experience needed to be in my first/second grade classroom the day before the holiday break. We invited the class next door to come over and watch Toy Story 3 with us. Now, with the ubiquity of DVD's, I guarantee every kid in that room had already seen that movie. But they were going to sit in rows in chairs with 30 of their friends, and they were excited. I'm not saying you would have necessarily enjoyed being in that room. It reminded me of the experience of going to a movie in Cairo, with the vendors crawling up and down the aisles, as at a baseball game, and people shouting at the screen, or watching Platoon in Sydney, where the testosterone-influenced audience broke into group cheers whenever the characters shot them some Viet Cong (missing, I felt, the intellectual anti-war message, but appreciating the inadvertent but far more potent visceral one). They gaily parroted lines to each other, debated the relative goodness/badness of Lotsa Hugs, the strawberry-scented Stalin character, and couldn't stop themselves telling me what was coming next, though I stopped up my ears dramatically. Along the way they absorbed lessons on narrative, story-telling, and the moral content of loyalty and civil disobedience. There is a grave responsibility to filmmaking, and I'm glad Pixar takes it seriously.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07532040614912856108noreply@blogger.com