I have been a horrible fan of movies. Whenever I pick up the paper, I look through the schedules and do the, “Ooo!… I want to see that.” Of course, I don’t. In fact, I’ve been doing that for about the past year. Last movie I went to go see was Hellboy with Muffin. Before that, Dawn of the Dead, also with Muffin. That was in April. There’s just a lot I want to see. Never enough time to see them, yet alone wanting to part with the money I am so desperately trying to save for a vehicle.
The other thing is that there are a lot of films that I want to see that are not exactly choice films, and I really don’t care. I just like being entertained. Even bad movies are good to me. Hell, I took a film class once where I had to watch russian, non-narrative, silent films. I could pull out some element of entertainment from those, so I’ve had my share of training through torture.
One thing film classes, or film school, can do to you is teach you to hate everything except for a hand full of “good films,” whatever that might have been drilled into you from your professor and/or professors. And yet, I still love my Kentucky Fried Movie and the likes. You’re also talking to the guy who has bought about six DVD’s over the past four months that I haven’t taken the packaging off of to this day. Not like they’re going anywhere.