When I’m asked, What is your favorite movie? I feel like this:
It’s darn near impossible to settle on one.
Some people say, it’s the first one that pops into your mind. But then they’ve never been in my mind
Which is usually like this
I’ve wrestled with this thought for years. Sometimes, it keeps me up at night.
What is my favorite movie?
Yeah, I know, some people spend sleepless nights thinking about how to cure hunger and I’m here, languishing over pixels.
Anyways, I had a breakthrough some weeks ago. I didn’t want to latch onto the idea because, well, because I was too busy to write.
But whatdoyouknow? Three weeks later, the thought’s still jamming in my head. So here I go:
Good movies are like good books. They’re works of art that evoke emotions in us, help us understand the human condition and give us – the audience – a good time.
The ones we remember fondly are the ones that took us on a worthwhile ride. That’s why we watch them over and over. It’s why we are so eager when we defend the director or scriptwriter’s genius.
For this reason, it’s silly trying to pick one favorite movie.
Movies are not about favorites. They’re about experiences.
When the directors, writers, actors, costume people, set designers (and everybody else that works on a movie) get together, it’s to achieve one thing – give the audience a memorable experience.
When we try to remember our favorite movies, we usually look back to the way they made us feel. How happy, sad, afraid or excited we were.
The experience we had with the movie. That’s what stays with us.
Memory is rather fluid. This is why anything coated in nostalgia always looks better to us. It’s about the feels fam.
This is why, it doesn’t matter how many times they reboot the movie. The original will always have that special place in our hearts.
It’s why the critics can pan the movie all they want; the Blu Ray stays on your shelf year on year, and gets played during weekends. We watch them over and over again, reliving the experience. Perhaps trying to recapture the initial feels.
And herein lies the problem.
It’s so hard to pick a favorite one because there are so many experiences to pick from.
How do you pick a tragic drama that had you bawling for days, over an amazing thriller that you kept ruminating over the plot?
I don’t think we should be trying to pick one over the other. All memories are valid. All experiences are valid.
After all, that’s the essence of art. To feel and experience something.
So, the next time you’re asked, what’s your favorite movie, pull out a pen and paper and start listing them off. 12 movies; 20 movies; Heck, make it a hundred if you like.
After all, it’s YOUR favorite movie. Not theirs.