Today, it just feels appropriate to borrow a quote from one of the funniest screenwriters of all time, the great Preston Sturges. His 1941 opus Sullivan’s Travels, from which the title of this post derives, remains one of the best comedies of all time–incisive, witty, keenly observational, and filled with moments of rolling-on-the-floor hilarity. We…
by Lara Fowler I can trace my love for classic film back to one person. Inhabiting a small house in a quiet neighborhood just north of the Santa Clara Valley, my grandparents, Julian and Frances Polon, were both Los Angeles transplants. My grandmother, born Canadian, had moved to Los Angeles for nursing school and stayed…
by Kendra Bean I’ve been obsessed with the movies for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t until my freshman year of college that I really learned to appreciate them. The film class at Sierra College in Rocklin, California was an elective course that attracted the lazy-minded, and those wandering souls who were…
by Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. In conversations with many of my fellow classic movie buffs, I’ve learned that their viewing preferences often originated from their early experiences watching television in their formative years. I am no exception to this—my folks used the “glass furnace” as a babysitter … something I’m sure they later regretted as…
Have you checked out The Cinementals yet? Founded earlier this year by three of our favorite classic film bloggers/prolific Tweeters–Will McKinley, Carley Johnson, and Jill Blake–The Cinementals has quickly become a must-read site for classic movie fanatics. From their insanely in-depth, on-the-ground coverage of April’s TCM Classic Film Festival, to their numerous daily posts featuring…
by Angela Petteys My earliest movie memory isn’t of going to a movie theater, but of watching a movie at home. One night when I was about three years old, my mom and dad decided to rent a movie and order pizza for dinner and the movie they decided to rent was E.T. (1982). I…
by John Greco I first became aware of movies as a young kid watching “B” westerns on TV with my father on Saturday afternoons; Johnny Mack Brown westerns always come to mind when I think of this. There were plenty of other cowboy films in the 1950s; showing westerns was popular back then with TV…
On Thursday night, Carrie and Nikki and I (along with our friend Brindha) converged in Atlanta for the TCM Road to Hollywood screening of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954). Nikki arrived first and, despite the packed-to-the-gills house, was able to secure us seats in the third row on the right side of the stage. And…
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