Retirement to do Lists—Dorky Film Fests:
Admit it, you watch cinema to be entertained. And retirement is the chance to rent some bad movies and create your own film fest. Try Mixing and Matching from this list:
- Eurotrip—Silly High School European Coming of Age Movie that is drop dead funny in many places.
- Saving Grace—Movie about an eccentric, broke widowed woman (English gardening freak) who must now pay bills. The pictures of the marijuana buds she produces will give you the munchies. One of my favorite under-rated flicks.
- Waking Ned Devine. Rent it Now, Play it in the middle of your film fest, Not so subtle but brightly funny.
- Used Cars—this dog from Steven Spielberg has something of a cult following among film school grads here on the west coast.. Pretty funny movie and over the top performances by actors. The “anti good luck token bar” scene is one of my favorite pieces of bad film making.
- Airplane. No comment needed. This film should have received an academy award. Makes me laugh every time I see it.
- Close Encounters…. Sappy movie. One of my fav films though. Hell, even I want to believe…in something.
- Blazing Saddles—What can I say?
- Office Space—another great entrant in a Roll Your Own Film Festival. Oh and where Is the TPI report?
- No go out and create your own list. Don’t forget a to do a Film Fest on a cold gray rainy day. It’s also the perfect excuse you need for a little comfort food. How ‘bout:
- --- a fried bologna sandwhich slathered in mayo?
- --- a chiliboat made by pouring one half can of canned chili into a bag of Fritos and eaten using a spoon you pull out of the sink after thoughtfully wiping it free of cat food?
- --- bologna cake (yikes! I’m ashamed to admit I know what this is an how to make it)
- ---Peaches and pound cake; ou take a half can of chilled peaches in disgusting syrup, pour it into a bowl over one or two slices of pound cake and smoosh it altogether. My original recipe for this calls for the use of C-ration peaches and C-ration pound cake. It’s still one of my favorites and a long time ago I almost declared a personal war on a lance corporal that filched my peaches at hilltop firebase outside of Khe Sanh during the Hill Fights. As the world turned to shit around me, I would blissfully feast on this mixture, squatting inside my seriously sandbagged fighting hole using my trusted three-month old plastic spoon protectively stuck in the pencil slot of my camouflage utility jacket. That spoon was a good luck talisman. Some hateful navy corpsman threw it away when I got evacuated to Charlie Med. Hey I was once young and a somewhat squared away NCO,
Ya know, I just may have been wrong about that spoon bringing me good luck.—Jim Forbes about to start a film fest on my little hill in rural San Diego County on 10/29/2006.