It’s the holiday season, and the onslaught of holiday specials has started. Where would we be without holiday specials? They teach us the meaning of the season, encourage us to spend lots of money on loved ones, and give us a love of egg nog (so long as you dope it with whiskey). And sometimes, they teach us even more. Here are some things I’ve learned from holiday specials over the years.
You’d better shine bright at your job, or else you’re going to spend your time at work brown nosing or getting whipped by your boss. Continue reading
As you may recall from a month ago, I made an attempt at a somewhat thorough list of the top 50 French films ever made. I quickly discovered that there were many that I hadn’t seen, and consequently made a checklist of 40 or so more French films that I’d need to watch prior to next Bastille Day. It would enable me to make a far more complete list next year. And I quickly set about my task. As a result, from July 14th until earlier this week- approximately forty days- I’d watched heavy, intellectual French films almost exclusively. It tallied out to around twenty movies.
And then, my brain broke. As truly fantastic as many of those films were, they were giving me a cramp in my frontal lobe. It was time to take a break. And that’s precisely what I’ve done this week. St. Louis summer finally broke its’ back (temps fell from the 90’s every day to the much more reasonable 80’s) and October is very quickly approaching. In other words, it’s time to start the annual rite of passage that involves watching loads and loads of crappy horror movies for 45 to 60 days. What did I accomplish? Continue reading