jmo, let’s be real here. Have you ever absolutely trashed a movie during your childhood, only to spend years counting down the days until you could finally rewatch it, only to be met with total, crushing disappointment?
In my case, it was Boorman’s Excalibur. I first saw it back in first grade in a small town outside of Chicago, and by the end of it, I was sobbing like it was a rainy Tuesday. Fast forward to when I finally got my hands on a DVD player, and I practically sprinted to the first shop I found to grab a copy, totally primed for an emotional revisit. Well, it didn't go well. Not only was I personally repulsed by how much sheer banality was used for cheap comedic effect, but on top of everything, I had to endure the cynical commentary and muffled snickering from the man of my dreams sitting on the other side of the couch. I mean, I had specifically warned him ahead of time that we were watching "one of the greatest films ever made."
Of course, feel free to chime in if you’ve had the opposite experience—if a movie actually grew on you over time and pleasantly surprised you... though I highly doubt a change of heart can ever be quite as radical as pure disillusionment.
In my case, it was Boorman’s Excalibur. I first saw it back in first grade in a small town outside of Chicago, and by the end of it, I was sobbing like it was a rainy Tuesday. Fast forward to when I finally got my hands on a DVD player, and I practically sprinted to the first shop I found to grab a copy, totally primed for an emotional revisit. Well, it didn't go well. Not only was I personally repulsed by how much sheer banality was used for cheap comedic effect, but on top of everything, I had to endure the cynical commentary and muffled snickering from the man of my dreams sitting on the other side of the couch. I mean, I had specifically warned him ahead of time that we were watching "one of the greatest films ever made."
Of course, feel free to chime in if you’ve had the opposite experience—if a movie actually grew on you over time and pleasantly surprised you... though I highly doubt a change of heart can ever be quite as radical as pure disillusionment.