My buddies and I watched KIDS on New Years' Eve in high school. I was sick with a cold and the movie made everything worse. To punish the film, we put the VHS tape in a corner the rest of the night. Take that, Casper.
Other high school cinephile stuff:
- Showing anyone with a pulse Akira or A Clockwork Orange hoping that it would fundamentally change their DNA like it did to me.
- Screening Pet Sematary (1989) for a group of friends in the stone-walled basement of my grandmother's creepy Victorian farmhouse, then taking everyone up to the third floor to explore the terrifying turret room containing a gauze-draped four-poster crib.
- The Blair Witch Project being my first R film in a theater (we were not old enough, but the ticket counter didn't card us). It was filmed in nearby woods and we were all rightly terrified.
- 2001 fundamentally changing my life with Donnie Darko, Spirited Away, The Royal Tenenbaums, and Mulholland Drive. I stole each from the Blockbuster where I worked. Bill me from the grave, Sumner Redstone.
- My local Comic Book Guy being my film guru. He wouldn't let me buy violent comics, but he'd tell me to go watch Raging Bull. I'm grateful for his wisdom and kindness.
- Being able to see just about any damn thing in the theater, but getting so lost driving home (no GPS!) that I'd literally cross state lines by accident and have to call my parents from a payphone for directions.
- Heckling the shit out of Patch Adams in the theater and getting big mad when Robin Williams moons everyone at the end. He always gets the last laugh.
Lola Kirke, living in Nashville, used local recording studios for her 2024 album, “Country Curious”, including engineering and recording work from Battle Tapes Recording. Which is a one-man endeavor by Jeremy Ferguson, my cousin! (by marriage). Wish I could use that degree of separation to tell her I love her two episodes of the podcast, she scared me in Gone Girl, and I’m still bummed that Mozart in the Jungle was cut short.
Classic cinephile memories I have include having a friend who worked his way up through concessions at our Great Escape theater in Clarksville, TN and being able to see movies for free whenever I wanted, and never utilizing that power for good (we’re talking Wild Hogs, RV, Balls of Fury). He also let us sneak in a 4-course meal from the Little Caesars across the parking lot when we all sat down to watch the double feature of Planet Terror/Deathproof.
I’m the exact same time in high school 2003-2007. Some of the film memories I have:
The Departed was such a big movie when it came for me as a budding cinephile. Seeing Borat in theaters with my dad and younger brother with my rabbi there about two rows ahead of us. That was…something. Seeing Layer Cake on DVD and knowing about Daniel Craig before he was announced as Bond and telling my friends that they had to see this guy. Seeing Shaun of the Dead on DVD and immediately in on Edgar Wright.
I grew up in Enumclaw, the town that the Zoo incident happened in. I was in 4th grade at the time and since it was all over the news it is what lead to my parents having to explain sex to me. A few years ago the mayor of Enumclaw gave the key to the city to REO Speedwagon if that helps paint a picture.
A retroactively embarrassing, but also right on the money, High School moment was during freshman year. Some class (probably during the obligatory first week wasted on introductions) we were asked to bring something that was important to us to the class and give a presentation explaining the item. I, of course, brought my Blu-ray of Fight Club (my favorite movie in that moment as a 14-year-old, go figure). I probably just loosely recapped the movie for the class, but I definitely thought I was super cool for bringing such a "mature" movie to talk about, when likely it confirmed to most of that class to avoid talking to me at any cost early on in my high school career.
Also worked at a movie theater most of high-school and college and taught me an important early lesson on never discounting those three-star classics I would only see because I got in for free.
One of my lasting cinema experiences was my school taking our year group to see Anthropoid (2016) under the guise of it being a history lesson. The movie, spoiler, has two really intense interrogation and torture scenes, and I remember hearing girls both burst into tears and run out of the screen or burst out laughing at how "funny" it was. I do wonder what the latter half of those girls are up to now.
My burgeoning cinephila started in high school (2006-2010), so I came up at a time where Youtube was draconian with copyright. Fancy hearing that in a 2025 world.
Anyway, my formative memory will be the magical evening where I saw Ralph Bakshi's Coonskin (1975) in 10 chunks on a Youtube playlist.
iPod touch in hand, I was whisked into a well intentioned but very very problematic satire of mid 70s New York. Not an awful way to kill a Wednesday evening.
It laid the bedrock for the Bush era South Park that was common parlance of my all boy's Catholic School.
I watched Pulp Fiction and Halloween (1978) in the same manner but nothing compares to Coonskin.
Wow, Ms. Horvath might not have been cut out for working with teens. The Kids New York Magazine cover and general panic of it all honestly was warranted. That movie also ruined childhood memories of the Carmine St. pool for downtown municipal pool kids!!!
My buddies and I watched KIDS on New Years' Eve in high school. I was sick with a cold and the movie made everything worse. To punish the film, we put the VHS tape in a corner the rest of the night. Take that, Casper.
Other high school cinephile stuff:
- Showing anyone with a pulse Akira or A Clockwork Orange hoping that it would fundamentally change their DNA like it did to me.
- Screening Pet Sematary (1989) for a group of friends in the stone-walled basement of my grandmother's creepy Victorian farmhouse, then taking everyone up to the third floor to explore the terrifying turret room containing a gauze-draped four-poster crib.
- The Blair Witch Project being my first R film in a theater (we were not old enough, but the ticket counter didn't card us). It was filmed in nearby woods and we were all rightly terrified.
- 2001 fundamentally changing my life with Donnie Darko, Spirited Away, The Royal Tenenbaums, and Mulholland Drive. I stole each from the Blockbuster where I worked. Bill me from the grave, Sumner Redstone.
- My local Comic Book Guy being my film guru. He wouldn't let me buy violent comics, but he'd tell me to go watch Raging Bull. I'm grateful for his wisdom and kindness.
- Being able to see just about any damn thing in the theater, but getting so lost driving home (no GPS!) that I'd literally cross state lines by accident and have to call my parents from a payphone for directions.
- Heckling the shit out of Patch Adams in the theater and getting big mad when Robin Williams moons everyone at the end. He always gets the last laugh.
why did Griffin pose like that
Lola Kirke, living in Nashville, used local recording studios for her 2024 album, “Country Curious”, including engineering and recording work from Battle Tapes Recording. Which is a one-man endeavor by Jeremy Ferguson, my cousin! (by marriage). Wish I could use that degree of separation to tell her I love her two episodes of the podcast, she scared me in Gone Girl, and I’m still bummed that Mozart in the Jungle was cut short.
Classic cinephile memories I have include having a friend who worked his way up through concessions at our Great Escape theater in Clarksville, TN and being able to see movies for free whenever I wanted, and never utilizing that power for good (we’re talking Wild Hogs, RV, Balls of Fury). He also let us sneak in a 4-course meal from the Little Caesars across the parking lot when we all sat down to watch the double feature of Planet Terror/Deathproof.
I’m the exact same time in high school 2003-2007. Some of the film memories I have:
The Departed was such a big movie when it came for me as a budding cinephile. Seeing Borat in theaters with my dad and younger brother with my rabbi there about two rows ahead of us. That was…something. Seeing Layer Cake on DVD and knowing about Daniel Craig before he was announced as Bond and telling my friends that they had to see this guy. Seeing Shaun of the Dead on DVD and immediately in on Edgar Wright.
I grew up in Enumclaw, the town that the Zoo incident happened in. I was in 4th grade at the time and since it was all over the news it is what lead to my parents having to explain sex to me. A few years ago the mayor of Enumclaw gave the key to the city to REO Speedwagon if that helps paint a picture.
Blue Prince is about a fascist state, its incredible, keep playing.
A retroactively embarrassing, but also right on the money, High School moment was during freshman year. Some class (probably during the obligatory first week wasted on introductions) we were asked to bring something that was important to us to the class and give a presentation explaining the item. I, of course, brought my Blu-ray of Fight Club (my favorite movie in that moment as a 14-year-old, go figure). I probably just loosely recapped the movie for the class, but I definitely thought I was super cool for bringing such a "mature" movie to talk about, when likely it confirmed to most of that class to avoid talking to me at any cost early on in my high school career.
Also worked at a movie theater most of high-school and college and taught me an important early lesson on never discounting those three-star classics I would only see because I got in for free.
One of my lasting cinema experiences was my school taking our year group to see Anthropoid (2016) under the guise of it being a history lesson. The movie, spoiler, has two really intense interrogation and torture scenes, and I remember hearing girls both burst into tears and run out of the screen or burst out laughing at how "funny" it was. I do wonder what the latter half of those girls are up to now.
My burgeoning cinephila started in high school (2006-2010), so I came up at a time where Youtube was draconian with copyright. Fancy hearing that in a 2025 world.
Anyway, my formative memory will be the magical evening where I saw Ralph Bakshi's Coonskin (1975) in 10 chunks on a Youtube playlist.
iPod touch in hand, I was whisked into a well intentioned but very very problematic satire of mid 70s New York. Not an awful way to kill a Wednesday evening.
It laid the bedrock for the Bush era South Park that was common parlance of my all boy's Catholic School.
I watched Pulp Fiction and Halloween (1978) in the same manner but nothing compares to Coonskin.
I rented TANGO & CASH when I was 13. Mom was pissed and put a block on our account at the rental store.
When I tried to rent KIDS, and told the guy at the counter my real age, he said
" Ah, dude. Why didn't you lie to me?"
and took KIDS away.
Wow, Ms. Horvath might not have been cut out for working with teens. The Kids New York Magazine cover and general panic of it all honestly was warranted. That movie also ruined childhood memories of the Carmine St. pool for downtown municipal pool kids!!!