I would like to begin this post by saying that I am very much alive and that I deeply, deeply, apologize for my absence over the last nine or so days. Now, let us begin.
As some of you may know, I’m a bit of a documentary junkie. I find everything from George Harrison: Living in a Material World to Miss Representation to Countdown to Zero excruciatingly fascinating. If you have never seen or heard of these films, go to iTunes or Netflix or whatever and watch your night away as soon as you finish reading this. Many, however, do not have the same admiration for documentaries as I do (my friends, in particular). During my many protests, I found that many of them really were interested in the history or subject matter that these films covered, but they really just wanted it presented in a more theatrical way. I finally succumbed to their odd ways. After a party on Saturday night, I began watching movies in order to keep myself awake to fetch my brother and his friends at one–yes, he stays out later than I do. Anyways, I turned on the TV, and the first thing that I saw playing was What’s Love Got to Do With It, a movie that depicts Tina Turner’s life with Ike. For those youngins who don’t know, Tina was often times abused and raped by her husband, and if you don’t even know who Tina Turner is, well, who are you? I must admit, after watching this incredible movie, I see how non-documentary yet biographical films are so well-liked. Next was The People vs. Larry Flint, a movie entirely about Larry Flint (founder of Hustler Magazine) and his struggles with the law. To say the least, it was marvelous! I found both Saturday night movies to not only be wildly entertaining and fascinating but also quite informative, and oddly enough, both were relatively accurate. Watching biographical movies rather than documentaries definitely adds the perspective of what the subject may have been thinking and feeling rather than mere facts. They are, indeed, far more relatable. Even cooler, the real stars of each were featured somewhere in the film; Tina Turner performing at the end; and Larry Flint playing a judge. I can, without a doubt, say that I learned something new from each. So the moral of the story? I can be wrong, but more importantly, to be open to more biographical end of historical film, as well.
Until Next time (which will hopefully be sooner than 9 days!),