There are two kinds of people: those who see a movie once, and those who don’t.
I’m a multiple viewer, a serial movie-lover who can see some movies 2, 3, 6, 9, 12 times. I know every line of dialogue, every note of the music soundtrack. I memorize the background, the license plates of passing cars. I can tell you how many sugars the leading man takes in his coffee, and the color of the leading lady’s nail polish.
I don’t want to see every movie more than once. There are some I regret even seeing once. “Alien” was one of those instant regrets. The moment John Hurt’s chest exploded and that little alien thing stuck its head out, I was headed for the exit.
The films I could see again and again – and again?
One is The Searcher with John Wayne. Great scenery, great action, and great acting by the Duke, who should have won the Oscar for this and not the ridiculous True Grit.
Any movie with Robert Redford is a must-see-see-see. RR in his prime is tough to resist.
A few other guilty multiple-viewing pleasures include Something’s Gotta Give with Diane Keaton (wow, older women can still have great sex!) …. Gladiator with Russell “Maximus” Crowe (sweat, blood and bulging biceps = an unbeatable combo) … and Singing in the Rain (Gene Kelly has it all over Fred Astaire).
When I was in high school, my friends and I had movie-viewing weekend marathons. We all saw The Sting, The Poseidon Adventure,Fiddler on the Roof American Graffiti and The Way We Were at least 10 times each, thanks to cheap ticket prices and non-existent social lives.
We saw some movies more times than the projectionist, but that was okay. We didn’t have cable or video games or malls. We didn’t have jobs or boyfriends. We had movies, and that was okay with us.
Love may have been lovelier the second time around, but The Way We Were the 14th? Lovelier still.