My Top 300 :: 17-20

16. An Officer and a Gentleman Struggle, friendship, love, tragedy and an epic happy ending were the stuff that my adolescent heart loved most in a movie, and this one sure had all of that. Thing is, I still love it just as fiercely, and I still cry my eyes out during two scenes, and cheer at the ending. It did not get much my heart-stopping sexy than Richard Gere’s Zack Mayo back in 1982. Up Where We Belong :: Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes 17. On the Waterfront The first time I watched this one was in a film class … Continue reading My Top 300 :: 17-20

My Top 300 :: 11-15

11. Coal Miner’s Daughter I grew up spending many a Summer with my Grandparents and Aunt’s house, Summers spent listening to 8-track and vinyl country albums belonging to my Aunt, most memorably listening and learning by heart Loretta Lynn albums. I went with that same Aunt to see this movie when it first came out and completely fell in love with it, and with Sissy Spacek’s portrayal of Loretta. This was the way the songs I spent Summer’s memorizing felt like to me, this story, and this movie. You Ain’t Woman Enough :: Sissy Spacek 12. The Muppet Movie You cannot … Continue reading My Top 300 :: 11-15

How can I be sure? :: VOTD

Pale Shelter :: Tears For Fears directed by Steve Barron Pale Shelter is a song by the British band Tears for Fears, written by Roland Orzabal and sung by bassist Curt Smith, it was originally the band’s second single release in early 1982 – called at that time Pale Shelter (You Don’t Give Me Love) – but would not find chart success until a reissue (with a different mix) the following year. It eventually became the third hit taken from their debut LP The Hurting (1983) and third UK Top 5 chart hit, peaking at # 5. One of Tears … Continue reading How can I be sure? :: VOTD

I never look away :: SOTD

Keep Art Alive :: “Alice” :: Art by Glenn Arthur “Oh, every night I close my eyes, and dream she’s in my world.” She paints her body from the memories, the poetry, and the silently shared glances from the other side of the glass. They were from two different points of reference, two different spaces in time, a connection that no one else could see or hear. The artist kneeling at her side, weapon of choice in hand, knows all her secrets. She confesses while he stains her skin into a picture book of illustrated scars. She offers him a … Continue reading I never look away :: SOTD