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I know you're tired of hearing about my dreams, and frankly I'm tired of mentioning them, because I don't like hearing them any more than you do. But this one I've got to tell you because, well, you'll see. It was at the edge of the woods, and me and Robert Redford were sitting on a picnic table talking. I remember telling him that the end of The Natural is the only part in a movie that makes me cry. He was sort of surprised, but happy. Then he got up and went over to a tree that had a rope hanging from a limb. He started swinging. I noticed that it had two ropes. So I went over and started swinging (ps I did this a lot in first grade in my best friends back yard). So we swing. He climbs up the rope. I climb up the rope. Then we climb around in the tree. NOTHING HAPPENS. I know what you're thinking. But then he loses his grip and falls about forty feet smack dab on his head. The dream is over soon after that. Okay. Now real life. The next day I take a quick lunch and spend the rest of the lunch hour at Borders, browsing. I pick up a book called Cinematic Storytelling. I'm flipping through it, and swear to god, what do I see there but the following: a picture of Robert Redford, smiling, leaning his arm against a tree - a tree which had a rope tied around it and the length of the rope stretched upward out of the frame of the picture. What Tha? I almost fell out right there in the bookstore. It was a picture from Out of Africa explaining some camera technique (which I didn't read and which I should go back and read). But is that not extremely weird? What does this mean?
posted by Mr. Satsuma @ 10/12/2005 04:07:00 PM
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as a child, back in 1985, when I was 9 or 10 (I don't recall the season) my parents, Mary and Chico, and I went and saw Out of Africa at Ellis Isle (truly a moviegoers paradise with the recling red vinyl seats). It was my mother's idea. Despite the sticky floors caked with years of spilled fountain cokes and powdery popcorn butter, I could not stay glued to the screen. Neither could my dad. We went to Popeye's Famous Fried Chicken afterwards for some biscuits and spicy white meat and complained to my mother about making us go see that movie. I haven't seen it since. Ellis Isle was also where I had my very first silver screen experience that I can recall. I went to see Buck Rogers in the 25th Century starring Erin Gray as Wilma Deering. That was 1979, I was 3 or 4 (I don't remember the season). I was with my brother and father, Barron and Chico, and what I do remember is becoming completely freaked the fuck out by that picture. I totally became the kid that should have been left at home when I started screaming and running up and down the aisle (or isle - I never realized the play on words until now - ha). My father had to take me to the lobby and call my mother to come get me. Everyone was pissed. I'm still embarrassed.
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