Monthly Archives: March 2011
Movie Quote of the Day – An American Tail: Fievel Goes West, 1991 (dir. Phil Nibbelink, Simon Wells)
Oscar Vault Monday – High Noon, 1952 (dir. Fred Zinnemann)
So I hadn’t seen this movie until yesterday, despite having heard nothing but great things about it for years. I cannot believe I waited so long to watch it. I guess it was because the film is classified as a “Western,” but it’s about as much a typical Western as The Thin Red Line is a typical War film. Another great aspect of the film is that it’s filmed in real time; it’s 84 minutes to be exact. The first hour goes by at a nice languid, yet tense pace; the last twenty minutes cram in as much action and intensity as if it were a whole other hour. Fabulous. The film was nominated for seven Academy Awards, winning four: Best Original Song (won), Best Original Score (won), Best Film Editing (won), Best Screenplay, Best Actor (won), Best Director and Best Picture. The other nominees for Best Picture that year were: Ivanhoe, Moulin Rouge, The Quiet Man and winner The Greatest Show On Earth. Side note: The Greatest Show On Earth is probably one of the most mediocre films to even be nominated for Best Picture, let alone win.
Just a reminder about our aStore
I just wanted to remind you, dutiful readers, of our Amazon aStore. Inside the aStore you can find pretty much every film we’ve ever talked about on this site (excluded Movie Quote of the Day, because that would take forever to set up!) But you aren’t limited to just what we feature, you can also access your own Amazon wishlist.
So, basically, it boils down to every time you want to buy something through Amazon, if you buy it through our aStore, it helps us out a little, but costs you exactly the same as if you went through Amazon.com (because it is Amazon.com!)
Movie Quote of the Day – Dirty Harry, 1971 (dir. Don Siegel)
Harry Callahan: I know what you’re thinking. “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

























