by Anthony King
Life has been... extra, lately. I am grateful to have this time on a Thursday morning where the windows are open, a dog is snoring on the floor, and Bob Ross is on the TV. This evening I'm off to my first ever hockey practice, so I need to relish this quiet moment. Things have been so hectic lately that I haven't watched a movie in four days as of this writing. Not that I'm complaining. I think it's perfectly ok to take a break from doing what we love. Because of the dearth of movies in my life as of late I only have one to recommend.
My birthday is next Thursday and I thought I'd merge into Patrick's lane for a minute and create my own birthday marathon. To me, nothing is as comforting as the type of movie I call a “Sunday Afternoon Dad Movie.” Here's how I define it on Letterboxd: “Your dad. A little conservative in his values and entertainment choices, but he adores your gay best friend. He likes his manly man movies. But he also likes that emotional hook that’ll bring him to tears (but he’ll never admit it). Nothing too violent, though. None of that gore stuff. And definitely no hippies. Cagney and Bogart. Nolte and Gibson. Kirk. Fucking. Douglas, Jerry Lewis, Kurt Russell, Kevin Costner. And Bronson, of course. He’s worked hard all week and wants to 'rest his eyes' while these movies flicker on the giant tube tv in front of him.” I love a good dad movie, so some day, if I ever get the time, this is the ultimate dad movie marathon I would watch for my birthday.
Dirty Harry (Don Siegel | 1971)
Pray for the Wildcats (Robert Michael Lewis | 1974)
Caddyshack (Harold Ramis | 1980)
The Nice Guys (Shane Black | 2016)
Backdraft (Ron Howard | 1991)
Field of Dreams (Phil Alden Robinson | 1989)