A View From the Cheap Seats: “The Movie That Changed My Life” edited by David Rosenberg


     With the wealth (actually gluttonous overabundance) of film books published examining, probing, criticizing, reinterpreting, psychoanalyzing, and performing generally obscure, obtuse and cryptic academic microsurgery-some so labyrinthine in the expression of an aesthetic philosophy, they might as well be expressed in untranslated hieroglyphs  -on the latest trends, fads, critical theorems and retrospective readdressing of performers, players, directors, moguls and insensate grips with a grudge, it is a welcome relief to actually chance upon a single volume which bridges ever so slightly the gap between professional chronicler and the average ticket buying seeker of entertainment and enlightenment, and that is precisely what the fortunate reader may find in David Rosenberg’s smart and engaging 1991 collection of essays revisiting a cherished film which became a formative experience in each author’s youth, with one of the most interesting insights revealed in the book being the depth of influence with which many of these filmic encounters impressed upon the essayist’s consciousness, stirring embryonic affirmations of racism, sexism and religious acrimony. It is interesting to note that even among the intelligentsia, the process of experience (in this case narrowly defined as a specific movie experience), might be more accurately defined as the politicization of the self; a process in which one’s own naïveté born of social inexperience (often mislabeled as innocence) which actually results in a narrowing bias of perception that forms a person’s individuality as far more consubstantial to a collective social whole than one’s ego might wish to admit; regardless of presumed intellectual station.

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I've been a puppet, a pirate, a pauper, a poet, a pawn and a king, not necessarily in that order. My first major movie memory was being at the drive-in at about 1 1/2 yrs. old seeing "Sayonara" so I suppose an interest in film was inevitable. (For those scoring at home- good for you- I wasn't driving that evening, so no need to alert authorities.)Writer, critic and confessed spoiler of women, as I have a tendency to forget to put them back in the refrigerator. My apologies.
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