So, after talking about how nice it was to see a funny, joyful movie in yesterday's entry, it was back to weeping again last night when I saw The Green Mile again.

I'll bet you guys think that I'm being silly, but my whole life I have gotten these obsessions, where I watch a film over and over again, or find an actor and start watching everything I can with them in it. I do the same thing with music, sometimes.

Well, this is a movie and an actor obsession.

For me, what elevates a movie from the realm of "movies that I love and will see whenever I can", like Les Enfants du Paradis and Shock Corridor, or "movies that I watch over and over again" like Passion Fish and Four Weddings and a Funeral to the realm of obsession is if I repeatedly pay to see it in the theatre. Particularly if I sit in the theatre all day, watching it over and over again.

Well, the first time I remember doing that, the first time I remember telling my parents to drop me off for the first show and pick me up ten hours later was Heaven Can Wait with Warren Beatty in 1978 when I was 13. Maybe there was one before that, but I wasn't going to movies by myself until I was twelve or so, so there really wasn't time for one before that.

I haven't seen Heaven Can Wait for a few years, more than a few, but I remember loving it and Warren Beatty with all my heart. Have you ever seen it? It's smart and funny as hell, and Beatty is his charmball best. Dyan Cannon gives one of her best performances, and that was the first time I ever remember seeing Charles Grodin.

But it was Beatty that I loved, and it was Beatty that I saw the movie seven or eight times for. I can see how he was such a master cocksman, getting such a response even from a thirteen year old.

The second one, and the biggest one was Dracula, Frank Langella's Dracula in 1979 when I was 14.

Now Frank was even better than Warren Beatty. In fact, Frank was the sexiest thing that I had ever seen. I remember not being able to breathe when he came on the screen. I remember how long his fingers were, and him biting Kate Nelligan's earlobe and how all I wanted to do was watch it over and over again.

So I did.

I'll bet my Frank Langella scrapbook is still somewhere in my room at home. I can't believe that now Whoopi Goldberg is getting it from him every night and twice on Sundays.

Let's see, what was next? Prophecy, I think, and Armand Assante.

And that was back when I hated horror films, too! I couldn't watch any of the gore, but at least after the first few times through I knew when to hide my eyes. Prophecy's a real piece of shit, too--absolutely the only thing it's got going for it is Armand Assante being all sexy and environmental and things.

Well, I certainly didn't want to fuck the giant skinned bear thingy!

In the 1980-82 school year, the year that I spent at home there were two, American Pop and Rocky Horror. The latter being finally a movie that someone else on earth was obsessed with!

American Pop was a Ralph Bakshi cartoon that just blew my mind. I remember skipping school one Friday to see it, I think for the second or third time. You'd think that I didn't have crushes on any of the actors, what with it being a cartoon, but you'd be dead wrong. I liked the blonde coke dealer.

Rocky Horror I saw every Saturday night that year, often with my friend Melanie. I never once got on stage, I never once dressed as a character, but I was there with all of my heart. There was a guy selling buttons outside the theatre every night--I think I personally kept his Chihuahua in gourmet dog food. I think that I even bought a button of the Chihuahua.

When I went to college, it was Stop Making Sense.

I saw that film and my world changed. It was all about David Byrne, it was all about Talking Heads. I saw that movie God only knows how many times, but I know that I saw it every showing on the day that it closed. I remember being annoyed that some creep sat next to me in the front row for the last showing and started to smoke a joint, so I got up and movie to the back and was amazed at how it looked like a whole different movie from back there.

I guess I was wrong! I guess it's always a movie and an actor obsession at the same time!

Today's horoscope:
You may feel torn between a steady, dependable position versus risking something new and exciting that may have greater payoffs.

One year ago today:
There was so much serious testosterone about the place that I thought that if I didn't get out of there fast enough, I'd grow a cock.

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