I don’t often want to blame my mom for my shortcomings, but she is definitely responsible for one of my addictions.
Like any genetic predisposition, it started in her own formative years. My mom grew up in the suburbs of Seoul, which, despite being South Korea’s largest city and now known as a cosmopolitan city of the world, was just an up-and-comer in the '50s and '60s. After decades of being a closed nation because of war and autocratic rule, Western culture, mostly in the form of a capitalist economy and entertainment, began trickling in. My mom remembers that the theaters were set up so that tickets assigned you to a specific seat, rather than general admission into the screening. And although there wasn’t a formalized segregation of sexes, there were definitely firm cultural ideas about what men could watch and what women could watch.
However, my mom didn’t care. She easily tired of the romantic fare her girlfriends enjoyed and instead gravitated toward historically based dramas, adventure stories, and war movies. She isn’t totally sure exactly WHY she liked these better. Maybe because she was the oldest child of my grandfather the professor, whose own tastes ran in that direction. Maybe because my mom was a little more mature than her friends, and rejected the easy appeasement of the overly sentimental. Or, as she puts it, she was didn’t like movies where she “already knew where the story was headed. So BORING.”
She loved Ben-Hur and Lawrence of Arabia. She absolutely ate up The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. She and my dad went on their first date to watch Dr. Zhivago. My dad might have fallen asleep during intermission.
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From Russia with Love was released in 1964 in Europe and the US, but a year or so later in her country, according to my mom; it was also the first Bond movie released in Korea. She had tried but failed to rally her girlfriends to watch it with her, which is a conversation I would pay to re-hear. What arguments does a teenage girl fall back on to convince other teenage girls to watch an action movie with her? Was it like Korean Mean Girls, but about movies? You cannot build a time machine fast enough so I can find out.
Anyway, she ended up having to go alone, which was slightly a problem because of the aforementioned cultural norms of what movies girls were supposed to watch (I don’t know how getting all of her girlfriends to come watch would solve this, but misery loves company or something). She solved it by waiting until the house lights went out before scampering to her seat, and leaving as soon as the credits popped up, before anyone could see. She did mention that someone was silly enough (and unoriginal enough?) to point at her as she made a hasty exit and yell “Hey, that’s a GIRL!” Ah, adolescence.
But none of that mattered, because she fell in love with the movie. “I’d never seen anything like it before” she remembers. “The cars, Sean Connery, the explosions, the locations, it was so cool!” (She neglected to mention “the misogyny.”) She loved the movie so much that she snuck back in to watch a later show, but since it was a full house, she sat on the stairs the whole time. Considering the blatant chauvinism and the sometimes racy content, I was surprised she loved it so much, but no matter, we owned a VHS of every Bond movie growing up, and it was a special treat if the local television channel decided to play a Bond movie on Sunday night.
She and my dad always made it a point to watch everything together with me, rather than just setting me in front of the TV. When E.T. the Extraterrestrial came out in 1982, they took me to see it seven times in the theater. I had an E.T. themed birthday party, a Trapper Keeper, folders, and pencils. They took me to see Return of the Jedi, Ghostbusters, and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
But they didn’t just take me to “kids’” movies; they brought me along for all of their movies too. I remember watching Amadeus way too early in my life, and dropping a deuce in my shorts when the guy in the black costume knocked on Mozart’s door.
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It made me someone who appreciates the effort in the construction of art, which is one of the best things that someone can ever teach you.
-"My mom remembers that the theaters were set up so that tickets assigned you to a specific seat"
ReplyDeleteThat is still done in some South Korean theaters. At least the ones I have gone to have done it.
Your mother sounds a bit like my mother-in-law. (also Korean) She loves all the classic historical epics and sweeping adventure films.
DeleteI recently went to see "The Admiral: Roaring Currents" / 명량 "Myeongryang" with her and she ate it up. I thought it was pretty fun as well.
I will try and track that one down. Thanks Tom. My mom rarely ever wants to see Korean movies with me, actually; we go and see the big blockbusters together. She REALLY loves the Hunger Games movies (and books).
DeleteI really want to see Korean Mean Girls with movies. Someone get on that!
DeleteYou had me at Korean Mean Girls.
ReplyDeleteMy mom would have TOLD that Regina where to go.
DeleteOne time Regina George punched me in the face. It was so awesome.
DeleteStop trying to make Korean Mean Girls happen Mark, it's not going to happen! By the way I wish my mom loved From Russia With Love like yours did because that movie kicks so much ass.
DeleteShe loves all of the Connery movies, and For Your Eyes Only. She likes Pierce Brosnan and Roger Moore, but is unsure about Daniel Craig. She always forgets Timothy Dalton's name. She thinks George Lazenby is a type of cheese.
DeleteMy mom couldn't even tell you one person who plays James Bond let alone actually seeing any of the movies. She HATES most movies so it's a miracle that I'm the movie lover I am. It's weird though because I remember her being the first one to watch some horror movies with me because my dad refused to watch them with her, so I owe her for starting me on that addiction.
DeleteGreat piece Mark! Your mum sounds very cool. I think I got my love of movies from my Northern Irish Grandma Beth. She was from Belfast and talked about her days working in a movie theatre (after working in a factory at 14 and before driving military vechicles in the army) so she got to see so many great movies. She would say even if she had seen the film before she thought there was a certain magic to the silver screen and some of the great stars of the Golden Age of Hollywood. She gave me some beautiful gifts including a video box set of Audrey Hepburn movies. She died during SMM this year and I still miss her but so glad I was lucky enough to know her and share so much about movies, books and life.
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DeleteThanks for sharing about your Grandma Beth. She sounds amazing, not to mention her fantastic taste in gifts! And, not to be an uncultured American, but I imagine her having a killer accent.
Sorry for the late reply Mark! My Grandma had been in England for so long that it was more a lilt than killer accent but I once heard her on the phone to a Northern Irish relative and her accent was so thick! I really love the Northern Irish accent. It happens to my dad when he is around his family as well, the Maltese accent kicks back in. The prize for best accent on his side of the family went to my Great Auntie Micky. I still love doing impressions of her. She was a bit like a Maltese Mae West.
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