There’s a few movies that I love so much that I’ll never get tired of them. Here they are, in no particular order!
This is one I’ve come to more as an adult. Weirdly, I saw Alien much later than I watched the next movie on the list.
Here is where I first met Ripley. And I’m a weirdo: I actually kind of like the space marines.
God, I love this movie. My Dad loves this movie, my husband loves this movie. I don’t actually know anyone who doesn’t love this movie. We even studied it in a film class in college. I only wish PKD could have lived to see it finished.
A Room with a View
A college friend introduced me to this one. It hit me square between the eyes as some things do when you’re 18. I cried my eyes out at the end, wondering where my George Emerson was hiding. (He was in Queens, apparently.)
I have probably seen Ghostbusters more often than any other single movie. I’m sure it’s into the thousands by now. No one can stand watching it with me because I recite the script along with the actors.
I’m probably one of the youngest people to have seen this in the theater. Amadeus won a metric ton of awards, and thanks to the lavish production values, it really stands up over time.
The Fifth Element
This movie is just as watchable the thousandth time for me as it was the first. The Gaultier costumes are only part of it. You can tell that it’s a true labor of love for Luc Besson. The world is so fully realized that it’s a pleasure to revisit it every so often.
“Excuse me. What are you doing? Are you putting that book away? It…looked like…you were…putting that book away. You know we have a system for putting books away here.” All librarians need to see this movie. Full stop.
A Fish Called Wanda
I saw Wanda movie in the theater with my parents. That’s one of my best memories of growing up.
I spent a lot of time with this movie playing in the background when I was a kid. We saw it in the theater when our Saturday car race was rained out. It was a real Goonie weekend.
Stand By Me
I was the perfect age when this movie came out for it to be on eternal repeat in my house. Now that I’m closer to The Writer’s age than Gordie’s, my enjoyment of this one is almost painfully sentimental. But I can’t lie: it’s one I’ve watched hundreds of times.