Back in 1997, the American Film Institute put out their list of the top 100 American Films. At the time I had seen 14. I started watching quite a few that summer. Mind you, this was before the days of DVDs and laptop computers, so I once ended up with a 20 pound tv/vcr combo on my knees in bed at 4 am watching A Clockwork Orange. That was traumatizing.
This constitutes a major piece of unfinished business. It was this list that first set me on the path to film school (and consequentially to unemployment and this blog? Trippy). Of course it also led me to discover David Lynch, Kurosawa, French New Wave, Cinema Verte and all sorts of pompous stuff. But enough of those distractions! It's time to finish what I began back in '97.
I have 13 left to go.
First up on the Netflix Queue is perhaps the most glaring omission: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
P.S. Wuthering Heights (1939) is not available on Netflix. If anyone happens to own this movie, let me know.
