It's Thursday, yet again. I don't mean to sound sad about it. It just snuck up on me, is all. That's okay, though. The topic chosen by Wanderer at Wandering Through the Shelves is an easy one, sort of. We're talking about "Your Comfort Movie." That could mean a couple things. That could be a movie I turn to when I need to be cheered up. It could also mean something I just find myself watching whenever I want to watch something, but don't know what. It's really pretty easy stuff, except for one thing. I have tons of comfort movies. Right this second, I've got about a gazillion different directions I could go in and come up with three perfectly legitimate films I find quite comforting. Instead of going off on some wild tangent down the dark corridors of B-Movie Madness, I'm playing it cool, this week. These are the movies that I can never get enough of, and somehow, find themselves getting played quite a bit more than most of the movies in my collection.
Enter the Dragon
(1973)When the movie starts, I watch Bruce take it to a game, but overmatched Sammo Hung. Next, I take in his sage advice as he tells his young student not to miss out on the big picture by focusing on the little stuff. "It's like a finger pointing away to the moon," he says. "Do not concentrate on the finger or you will miss all the heavenly glory." Just warms your heart, doesn't it? Click here to see what it meant to me, growing up.
(1979)This time, things start with us watching groups of disenfranchised young men, in factions of nine with outfits denoting their affiliation, travelling from whatever 'hood they call home to the infamous South Bronx. Our heroes are apprehensive, but hopeful. If only for a moment, their fears are quelled when Cyrus takes the stage and asks "CAN YOU DIG IIIIIITTTTT!" Why yes, yes I can. Click here to see how I got introduced the only gang I was ever a part of.
Coming to America
(1988)Here, we meet a guy who is living the life I always dreamed about. His servants wake him by playing soft music. Someone else brushes his teeth for him, and beautiful women literally throw rose petals at his feet as he walks. He bathes in a pool big enough for I don't know how many people. Well, he doesn't actually bathe. More beautiful women bathe him. One of them rises out of the water and informs him "The royal penis is clean, Your Highness." It could've stopped right there and been the greatest thing I'd ever seen. Thankfully, it goes on to be downright hilarious from start to finish. Click here to find out why this is my favorite fairy tale.