![]() Told by an Idiot, full of sound and fury, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player This phenomenon extends to one’s life as a surrogate movie-the converse of reality, as Shakespeare noted in The Tragedy of Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5:Ĭreeps in this petty pace from day to day,Īnd all our yesterdays have lighted fools Sometimes a preview pulls the movie back from amnesia. When I view our Netflix rental history and click on titles I don’t recognize-the majority of them-even the descriptions don’t help me remember. That’s far too many “brief reincarnations” to sort. Before that, we watched VHS cassettes and went to movies. The Netflix list assembled by my wife Lindy Hough and me shows that we rented almost 1600 DVDs, starting with Alfred Hitchcock’s Spellbound on October 6, 2005. ![]() Till then they were stored in my “unconscious” mind per Sigmund Freud. The moment I read them, their entirety came back, even aspects I didn’t write about. When I rewrote my own teenage novel Salty and Sandy into New Moon more than thirty years later, I recovered important childhood events I had completely forgotten. Each falls out of context-lives or films-while some fuse with others in the memory. With no tag, they are gone for good.Įlsewhere I wrote: “All movies are brief reincarnations.” You live each fully when you watch it, then forget it in pieces (like a past life if we, in fact, have sequential lives like films). In some cases, I have even forgotten their titles. I don’t remember many older movies well enough to review them. ![]() My selection of films is weighted by the list’s beginning and evolution. This is a book of movie reviews and cinema discussions. ![]()
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