Five years ago, something wonderful happened to Hollywood. Then in its 15th year as a network, Turner Classic Movies launched a labor of love that has gone on to become the most exciting annual event for lovers of classic films everywhere. I remember first hearing about it, with a delicious shiver of disbelief creeping across my skin, leading to the extreme excitement of attending its inaugural event: a screening of A Star is Born at the Chinese Theatre. By the time of the festival’s closing film, a screening of the newly restored Metropolis with the consummate Alloy Orchestra, there was an electricity that ran through the audience making it undeniable that this had, not only been a special four days, but the start of something very, very big. And when the patron saint of classic film fans everywhere, Mr. Robert Osborne, appeared at the conclusion of Metropolis to announce that they’d be back for another year, well, the cheers were deafening. Read more ►
This post is in celebration of the 4th Anniversary of the marvelous film blog True Classics, and in conjunction with its “Saturday Morning Memories” anniversary contest. True Classics has asked film bloggers to share memories of some of their favorite cartoons they enjoyed as a kid … as soon as I heard about this, there was only one possibility …
Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away called the 1980s, MTV used to play music videos, the local news used to report on local news, and The Disney Channel used to air Disney cartoons. In this strange world of uncomplicated pay cable programming, viewers would get exactly what they paid for. No more, no less. And you know what? WE LOVED IT THAT WAY.
When my family first got suckered into the pay cable universe, in the late 1980s, their reasoning was: it would be cheaper for me to watch Disney cartoons than to actually take me to Disneyland. At the age of 8 I did not understand that the Happiest Place on Earth was the unhappiest place for ones wallet, especially for a family of four, and so instead I was given the gift of the Disney channel. Read more ►
Dear Pictorial Readers:
This month marks the 5 year anniversary of the Pictorial. And … wow. I want to thank everyone who has every dropped by, paused for a moment, followed it, liked it, battled it out on the comments, or even disliked it. (Hey, criticism is good for growth.) And, more than anything, all the thanks in the world goes to the life and legend of actress Jean Harlow: she is the Pictorial’s namesake and the reason I started blogging to begin with. Read more ►
The Kitty Packard Pictorial is pleased to be back with another installment of “The Kitty Corner,” a series spotlighting some of the very best film blogs on the web, and the masterminds behind them. Today, The Pictorial sits down with Raquel Stecher of “Out Of The Past.”A book industry professional based out of Boston, Stecher’s blog has chronicled her growth as a film fan–a fascinating, insightful journey that she’s been sharing with readers for over six years. Stecher sat down with the Pictorial to discuss the impact classic films have had on her life
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Let’s start off with a bit of background. Anyone who follows your blog knows that you’ve been running the classic film blog “Out of the Past” for over six years now. Would you care to tell us about how and why you decided to take your love of film to blogging?
I started my blog years ago out of a desperate need to talk about classic movies to someone—anyone. I had so much to say and only one person to talk to, my coworker Frank. And I was already talking his ear off. I needed an outlet and “Out of the Past” was born.
So then classic movies, up that point, had been pretty much an isolated experience for you?
Yes. I get really passionate about my interests and if I can’t find many people to share those interests with, I’m OK with that. But there was something about classic movies. I needed to watch them and talk about them. I really wanted to find other people who shared my interest and would listen to me. Read more ►
Confession time: When I was 12-years-old I was head over heels in love with Danny Kaye.
I had two VHS tapes chock full of his films, labeled in childish scrawl; sacred possessions that no one in the house save for me was allowed to touch. It happened over a long-ago Thanksgiving when the American Movie Classics channel (back when it really was the American Movie Classics channel) aired a festival of Kaye’s films … and everything else in my life stopped. I was already in love with old movies, courtesy Charlie Chaplin, but I think it was Kaye’s films that really solidified my obsessive personality when it came to the world of yesteryear. I immersed myself into his eye-popping, Technicolor dream world all day, every day– and I do mean all day. I wanted to be as beautiful as his best gal Virginia Mayo; I wanted my life to erupt into sparkling production numbers at a moment’s notice alongside Vera-Ellen; and I wanted a fella as sweet and honest and hilarious as Kaye. (I’ve obviously given up on the first two, but am still holding out for the latter…) Read more ►