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The Sixth Sense (1972)
But I do remember
I was just reading the previous comments about this show that no one saw it, or no one remembers it, but I sure do. I was a kid at the time, but having older sisters, I was made to watch some of the oddest things, Twilight Zone and Night Gallery among them, and distinctly remember watching The Sixth Sense. I can't recall any of the stories, though. I'm thinking that it was from this program that the new cable series The Dead Zone is pulling some of its power. I know, The Dead Zone is based on a book, but you still have to wonder.
The thing that I remember most about the show was the name of Dr. Rhodes. I had a horseback riding accident in a small Utah town when I was 10 (1974), and the doctor's name was... Dr. Rhodes. Injured and creeped out all at the same time. No wonder I'm warped. ;)
Crossing Jordan (2001)
Not sure I like it
I have been reluctantly watching this because in the first episode they had their token black character dismissively declare that he doesn't date white women. That line has been stinging in my ears ever since and has affected my view and opinion of the program. I'm really surprised that in this day of heightened sensitivity to political correctness that they wouldn't believe that such a comment would have the same effect on white people as the reverse--a white woman dismissing the dating of black men out of hand. Can you imagine the uproar? So why did they think this was okay? Why no uproar? That's even more maddening. I just can't look at the show the way they likely intended and I never recommend it to anyone.
Notting Hill (1999)
Notting Hill is Nothing but Joy
As a "celebrity" of sorts, Notting Hill has a special appeal for me. I was just starting a relationship with a "commoner" when the movie released, and since we lived 2500 miles apart we were each going to see it in our own cities and discuss it later. But in a bid for romance he flew down to take me to the movie and then flew back again that evening. Awww!
I could definitely feel Anna Scott's turmoil in dealing with image and celebrity, and my boyfriend that of William Thacker. The conversation in the morning about Rita Hayworth is a lot more truth than poetry. Do people go to bed with "Brandy Alexandre the porn star" and become disappointed when they discover it's just me? It's a tough task for a commoner to overcome being judged as just another fan and earn the trust of the celebrity. Kudos to those who try. But the instant you hit a bump the celebrity guard goes up, be it Will's "masturbating Welshman" spilling the beans on Anna's whereabouts, or (well, that's personal).
All in all, Notting Hill was a joy to see and fresh enough to see several times. The music was new and unique enough to prompt me to buy the CD, which I rarely ever do. I also bought the video when it came out, which is another rarity. Like all romantic comedies there is a meeting of the minds and a melting of the hearts in this film. I thought I, too, had a happy ending, but as it turns out, real life isn't like Hollywood or the many streets named Kensington in the corner of London known as Notting Hill. But having watched the video for the first time after the fact of my failed attempt at bliss with a commoner, the appeal and message still held up. My faith was once again renewed that I still might one day enjoy the often elusive "happy ending."
Alien meets Silence of the Lambs meets Borg
Assimilation by surgery. I thought the movie was pretty good. If I had to really nitpick at something it would be that Billy Baldwin never ONCE took off his shirt. I love the guy, I really do, but there isn't much of a point in putting him in a movie unless you're going to capitalize on his appearance.
I thought the story was mostly sorta original until you get into the monster pursuit. The overall look was good (except for the shirt thing) and I found myself appreciating Cliff Curtis a little more than usual. Donald Sutherland pulls off a pretty good bad guy, but I can't understand why Jamie Lee Curtis was brought into the project. She really didn't contribute much that couldn't have been done by a few dozen actresses of the Baldwin capability. Not that she wasn't good, she was just a waste.
I was surprised and pleased to see my old pals from my studio days in the credits. Scott Smith, who was only an assistant editor when I knew him, usually only to his father, Bud Smith, had the solo editing credit on this film and did a really good job. Of course, Bud Smith was also involved as 2nd Unit Director.
As I said, my only disappointment was not seeing my Billy a little less clothed. You'd think that in a wet movie that doesn't really have a great deal going for it there would be more people stripping down and drying off.