A long time ago — probably sometime around or shortly after I started taking film history classes — Mek and I talked about how neat it would be if someone made a new silent movie. Then, in 2011, The Artist came out.
And I was like, “You bastards, that was my idea.”
I watched my last modern noir of the year.
I like Drive — it’s stylish and well-crafted — but I don’t love it the way I might have hoped.
I finally got around to seeing Seven Psychopaths the other day.
It’s . . . well, it’s certainly interesting.
All right, people. The TV season is done. (Well, sort of. I just made a list of, like, eight summer programs I plan to check out, but at least three of those are reality or variety shows of some kind, so they don’t really count.) No excuses anymore — it’s time to go back to my list of film noir flicks. Up today?
It’s probably not the kind of movie I could watch all the time, but overall, I enjoyed Sunset Boulevard.