A little backstory:
I grew up watching old films. Every Friday throughout grade school I looked forward to settling down in the evening with my parents to take in a movie made decades before I was born, sometimes decades before my parents were born. I met and fell in love with a variety of people so fascinating and enchanting that they seemed to belong to another dimension, perhaps another world. Doris Day, William Powell, Jerry Lewis, Shirley Temple, John Wayne, Bette Davis, Robert Mitchum, W.C. Fields, Mae West, Jimmy Stewart, Ginger Rogers: on and on it goes.
Those experiences were more than time-fillers or mere entertainment for me, they were formative spans in which I learned valuable lessons about what is truly good in the world, what is truly funny, truly sad, and truly awful. My attachment to this glamorous, golden age of the past strengthened as I grew, and modern versions of story-telling paled in comparison to what the glories of the past had to offer. But as I grew I found that very few others my age had discovered that beautiful world alongside me. I undertook in my youth to introduce them to it. I undertake now to spread awareness, to instigate interest, and to cultivate curiosity.
When I married my husband four weeks ago, I brought to our marriage one particular item in abundance: old movies. We have hundreds, and we will be watching them all together, starting now. For each film we watch, I will do my darndest to extend the experience to everyone who reads this blog. I will document our experience in wading through this mountain of movies, and hopefully prompt you to seek them out too. Join us in this journey; there will surely be an extraordinary amount of fun along the way.
