Spent last night watching JAWS and JAWS 2 and reliving some of my youth.
So many poignant scenes in that film make it a masterpiece of subtlety and love, that I can never skip it when I have a chance to immerse myself in it.
Then, there’s Dreyfus and Shaw. Flawed human beings, who make us adore their foibles and root for them to win:
I still remember sneaking into the drive in movies to see JAWS way back in the Summer of 1975 at 14 years old. Even knowing how dysfunctional my Aunt and Uncle’s marriage was, as well as that of my parents at that point, I still treasure JAWS as a reminder of happier times on the Cape or in New Hampshire, sharing time with fellow detainees, just waiting to be adult enough to get on with our own lives.
Then, of course, there’s my other favorite Christmas Movie, “Die Hard”, with the wonderful Alan Rickman (“Snape”, to those of you who have never seen his other wonderful earlier movies), and the sad Alexander Godunov (Ballet dancer, and rival in another memorable oldies film, “Witness”). While there are other baddies in the Die Hard repertoire of sequels, none will stick with me as much as the original.
Then, not to be outdone, there’s Mel Gibson’s butt in the original Lethal Weapon film:
plus his dealing with his own demons as he fights to find a reason NOT to kill himself every danged day:
My choice of Christmas films may be a bit dark, but there’s plenty of reason to keep busy and enjoy Hollywood’s take on the “joyous” holiday season.
As for me – the floor must be dry by now, so it’s time to get my butt in gear and go rinse the floor and put the washing machine panel back on the front of the beast.
Happy Holidays, however you choose to spend this time of year.