I remember seeing In Cold Blood in the theater. We lived on a farm in Kansas, just a mile away from the Kansas State Penitentiary where Perry Smith and Richard Hickock met, and died. I was a toddler when the crimes happened, and 9 when they were executed so I wasn’t really aware. The movie came out when I was 11 and my parents took my brother and me to see it, and I was shocked that all this happened “near” me (at the time I didn’t realize how far away Holcomb was, but it was in Kansas, and I lived in Kansas, on a farm!, and Kansas City was in the movie, and I’d been there, and I passed by the prison almost every day because it’s right on the main road going into town). It was terribly frightening and I had nightmares for weeks. Reading the book after seeing the movie was actually theraputic. I’ve seen it a few more times, and seeing it again as an adult made me appreciate the film-making and acting.
1967 produced a lot of good-to-great-movies. In Cold Blood, Bonnie and Clyde, In The Heat of the Night, Cool Hand Luke, The Graduate, Camelot, Wait Until Dark, To Sir, With Love, Barefoot in the Park (shut up, I love that movie), Belle de jour, Far from the Madding Crowd, Hells Angels on Wheels, Devil’s Angels, The Born Losers (ok, those last 3 are shit, I know, but I have very fond memories of them because it meant going to the Drive-In with my dad, who was into motorcycles), among others.
I’ve seen 3 previously-unseen undisputed classics at the Gene Siskel Film Center in the last week plus. I saw Akira Kurosawa’s Throne of Blood a little over a week ago. I liked it a lot, though I would have gotten more out of it if I hadn’t been a cultural illiterate and were more familiar with Macbeth than just what I’ve gleaned from cultural osmosis. I’ve never read the play or seen any of the movies based on it. Well, now I have. As Rita said in Educating Rita, “His wife was a COW!”
Friday night I went to see The Bicycle Thief (or Bicycle Thieves, which is the more correct translation). It’s a very simple film but I can see why it’s so highly regarded. It’s so soul-numbingly depressing that I’m not sure I ever want to see it again.
Earlier this afternoon I finally, FINALLY, saw Akira Kurosawa’s The Seven Samurai and oh my god it was SO GREAT! I can see myself watching it over and over and over. I’ve spent the last few hours reading reviews and comments and trying to re-live the movie. I not only want to see it again, I’m wanting now to see The Magnificent Seven, which is semi-loosely based on The Seven Samurai.
I read that a shortened version had been released in the US, but I saw the long version, there was even an honest-to-goodness intermission! It was a serious movie, but I was surprised at how humorous much of it was. I laughed out loud several times. I can tell that it’s also a movie that the more I see it, the more I’ll cry too. I only had one problem with it. I just don’t understand why the samurai didn’t steal the horses, but then there probably wouldn’t have been a movie.
I’m so glad I saw it for the first time in the theater, front row center. Seven Samurai makes 17 movies I saw in the theater in May, and the 80th movie I’ve seen in the theater so far this year.