Suffice it to say, I enjoy movies. I like them a lot. This list is a list that hold a dear spot in my heart. Favorites, if I may. Do I know more about film than you? Probably not. Oh, but believe me, I can — and will, actually — purport a sense of knowledge and confidence equal, if not, greater than a Calvin Klein model (you know, those guys in those huge billboards in Soho (New York, not London, you bunch of poseurs) strutting their man thunder all over the place, scaring children and nuns alike. Where was I? Oh yes. So anyway, I enjoy discovering films of all archetypes, be it a film I used to watch while sippin’ Sunny D on a hot summer day during my prepubescent days or a film I just finished watching in some hell hole of a theater in the tundra that is Hollywood (drunk, no less), they’re all equally capable of having some sort of adverse effect on me.
Why is “The Telephone Book” at the top you may be asking yourself. Well, it’s one of, if not THE, film to reshape what I knew of cinema and what was possible. Arduous in it’s plight to get made. Damned to stifling obscurity for it’s depiction of taboo or current affairs, be it political, philosophical, societal, what have you. Beautiful, a little weird and brutally honest.Read less