Possibly egotistical title is really just serving as an excuse to post a Jay-Z clip.
At the start of summer I applied to become a Paramount Film Series publicist. In exchange for free tickets/popcorn, the volunteer publicists were expected to talk about films happening at the theater for Paramount’s Summer Film Series. I realize this might be like payola with popcorn instead of actual dollars–and therefore somewhat morally questionable–but I a) am not a journalist and b) figured I would be spending my summer income at the theater regardless and I might as well try and save some bucks.
A few weeks ago I was notified that I had been picked as one of the 6 publicists and really could not have been more excited. Perhaps this speaks to me needing more hobbies, but we will not talk about that for now. After receiving notice, I further morally absolved myself of any selling-out qualms by remembering that the Summer Film series is honest-to-goodness one of my favorite things about Austin. It is also, historically, criminally under-attended and any small part I can play in trying to keep it going is fine with me.
Last summer I repeatedly got my head blown by films like American Madness (totally unexpected), City Lights/Modern Times, Singin’ in the Rain (which led me to recently purchase a class card for Ballet Austin), From Here to Eternity (so much more than the rolling on the beach scene, ferreal), and many more (I saw The Godfather for the first time last summer; I have gaping holes in my pop knowledge).
Without fail I would watch these movies and be amazed at how current and strange and intense they would all be. It was awesome.
I was out of town for the first movies of this year, but last week I managed to see Psycho (for the first time), Frenzy, and Batman (1966).
Psycho was, as expected, radical.
But Frenzy–a good-but-not-great-but-totally-interesting later Hitchcock film full of boobs, rape, and, ugly men sweating in ugly clothes–and Batman–a pretty amazing comedy (I thought it was un-intentional cheese as a kid)–were the just the sorts of surprises that I fell in love watching over the past two summers.
With all that being said, I’ll be writing more often about awesome old movies for next few months. If that’s annoying, I apologize, but I really recommend you come out to the Paramount and get the same feelings I get at least a few times before the summer ends. I’ll hook you up with some popcorn.