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Monday, February 27, 2012
Nostalgia
So at what length of time between rewatching something would you guys say it takes to feel nostalgia? Also, what are some of the best environments to establish a sense of nostalgia? As I sit here and rewatch season 2 of Dexter with my father I can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia from the first time I watched this. I would have to wait until I got the daughter to bed and the wife would already be in bed, but then I would grab a snack and a drink and sit on the couch. Sometimes the lights would be off and sometimes on but I just remember how encaptured I was through it. There are numerous films and tv shows I remember doing the exact same thing. I don't quite remember ever feeling that way at a movie theater. Not that I don't enjoy viewing a good film in the theater with some great surround sound and big screen quality, but there is something about being able to watch in your own style and comfort that brings about that great sense of nostalgia. I'd say it was about a year and a half or so ago when I first watched Dexter, but I feel like if I hadn't waited that long, even if sitting in the same environment and not the one I'm currently in, I don't think I would feel it as I do now. Even just hearing the music and theme songs stir it up. I can remember watching all the Bond movies with my dad back in the day. Lost will probably always be one of my favs and I watched that show mostly by myself as well. I think you have a stronger sense of nostalgia when you watch something with someone, but even by yourself can be pretty awesome depending on the environment and what you're watching. Anyway, what are some of your favorite nostalgic film/tv viewing moments?
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I don't usually associate things I've seen with where I was or who I was with when I first saw it - though I may or may not recall donning a real black, velvet wizard's robe for my first Fellowship of the Ring Extended Edition viewing.
ReplyDeleteBut back to the topic of nostalgia, I am continually amazed how Edgar Wright seeming unhinged my skull cap and began a thorough exploration of my childhood psyche while making Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. Combining the 8-bit Univeral theme, Zelda sound and graphic effects, with an asian in a catholic school girl's outfit? This can't be meer happenstance.
I giggle a bit inside every time I watch it.
Let's travel back in time a bit.
ReplyDeleteThe year is 1989. The Season: Summer. Balmy. The event: Batman. And yes I mean event and not just a film. Guess where I was June 28th of '89 at 9:30 PM? At the Holiday I when it was still open and only had 2 screens standing in line with literally hundreds of fellow believers in the power of Tim Burton and his vision of Gotham City, The Joker, and The Batman. I, along with everyone else in America, had been totally hypnotized by the Time Warner onslaught of marketing and product placement and media and corporate tie ins that resulted in the juggernaut of Batman opening night. Whenever I throw my Batman blu in I am transported back to that theatre where cinema magic joined with corporate greed in a truly geek boner inducing way.
I don't think it was until 1999 and the Phantom Menace anticipation that there was a more hyped and expectant movie than '89 Batman. I remember the curtain going up the lights going down and the WB logo popping on screen and (I'm not making this up) hundreds of fanboys lost their minds. Cheering mind you. Audible cheering and screaming. It was like a rock concert the energy in the room. When that WB logo slowly fades and turns as Danny Elfman's score rumbles in the background and Jack Nicholson's name comes up...grown men losing their minds. Michael Keaton's name - louder cheering. Film by Tim Burton. fervor growing. Finally BATMAN! Nerds fainting everywhere. As the credits finish and the camera pans back out on that fn'n stone carved Bat Symbol, forget about it. The rest of the film could have been Batman knitting socks and we all would have collectively ejacked. Hell, even Prince got a near standing ovation. It was unreal and I have never to this day had a more goose bump inducing quasi religious theater experience in my life.