Playlist: A Meme

Some time ago--days, weeks, months?--I dreamed that I had seen 0.4 of all movies. Notwithstanding the nonsensical syntax of this revelation, when I awoke I understood the underlying truth of the message, a refrain which had already crossed my lips on numerous occasions in waking reality, upon hearing a friend or acquaintance discuss a particular film: "I've seen part of that."

I don't know why I've seen so many fragments of so many films. Perhaps because I grew up without the early cable channels of Prism and HBO. Perhaps because (for example) one July evening I came home from an auction with my mom--an auction!--just in time for a regular-channel showing of Excalibur--as far as I could tell as fantasia of full-plate armor as reimagined by Bob Ringwood--only to discover, with a disappointment only a pre-teen can muster, that not even Arthur and his knights could defend against my father's annual devotion to the All-Star game. There might be other reasons.

More recently, Brian Sibley tagged me for the following exercise: compile a list of films I would happily watch again and again. Happily, I've managed in the past couple of decades to see a number of films in their entirety, many of them even more than once. Following the tradition of the meme, I'm presenting images from a month's worth of movies. Many are among my favorites, though not all of my favorites are represented, and I've probably missed a bunch, too. 100 points if you name them all.

And now, the rules of the meme:

01. Provide a non-exhaustive list of films you'll happily watch again and again.
02. There is no rule 02.
03. Reprint the rules.
04. Tag three others and ask them to do the same.

Next up: Tom, Brett, and Shawna.

How to Write Your Viking Script

I'd seen the cardboard standee in the hall of the Reading Cinemas Courtenay, the multiplex in downtown Wellington, and given it no further thought. Then, a phone call from a friend came in, and he, knowing that I'm "mad" about Vikings, revealed that How to Train Your Dragon is about Vikings. Well.

We checked the times, there was a showing in 90 minutes, enough to eat dinner beforehand, and off we went.

I can't say I was expecting much. This was an animated film aimed at children (and perhaps also those adults accompanying them) and the ostensible concept, high though it might be, stated emphatically that the story would be a fantasy.

And it was. However, it was also the most exhilarating and, dare I say, touching feature I've seen in a long time. There's always a magic to seeing a film of which you've had no prior knowledge, no expectation--and when such a film delivers the goods the experience is all the richer. (The music and animation are also superb.)

What's more, How to Train Your Dragon is the best Viking film to date. As a friend of mine (also a screenwriter) likes to put it, Hollywood has been intent on finding and exploiting all the various ways of getting Viking films wrong. This movie found one way to do it well.

Sure, the Vikings speak with Scottish accents, wear their crazy horned helmets, and swing preposterously oversized battle axes. Normally, this would drive me nuts. But in this telling there's also a respect, at a most basic level, for the ethos of the North: of the toughness and sinew forged in an unforgiving environment, the fatalistic humor borne of unremitting hardship, the elegance of the design and craft. Mel Gibson, are you listening?

Here, the adventures of a cerebrotonic Viking lad with a knack for scientific method provide a splendid source of entertainment as well as entry into a realm that's been willfully misunderstood for a thousand years. See it.