I’m not defensive.
The New Beverly Cinema is a revival house in Los Angeles. People
actually leave their homes and go to this theater and watch old
movies. Fuck you.
Yes, I go to a movie theater and watch old movies. And there is
something sad about it, I suppose, but only because it’s in
public. You think watching “The Gourmet Surgeon” or
whateverthefuck it is as long as it involves cooking and surgery
isn’t sad just because you’re doing it in private?
And not only don’t I watch “American Idol,” but
I don’t wish I watched “American Idol,” whereas
a sizeable percentage of you who do watch “American Idol”
frequently wish you did things like go to revival houses and watch
old movies, or so you tell me.
(I was becoming infatuated with this engaged woman – take
it from a dork: you can choose to be actively infatuated or not
– then I heard her talk about calling into “American
Idol” to vote. I focused on that.) Fucking losers.
Tony and Frank sing songs about cities like San Francisco and New
York because those are cities where one sees ample evidence that
people were alive before we were born – no one sings songs
about Scottsdale. When you watch “In a Lonely Place,”
as the elders meant it to be shown, and in the city it was made,
you commune with those who came before.
“To watch old movies in theaters is to be dork,” you
say. “It’s that simple.”
Yeah.
(ed. this is not TRADITIONAL dorkiness.
Bogart movie dorkdom feels so much cooler than the people who can't
stop re-reading Harry Potter looking for clues of Dumbledore's return.
But Dorkdom is obsession and Dorkdom is in the eye of the beholder.
Rock your dorkdom I say).
