So, slacker that I am (and in the end stage of studying for the MCAT, no less), I finally cleared out “Bender’s Game,” “Eureka” (season 1, disc 2), and “Prime Suspect 5” (part 2) from my to-watch list and shipped them back to Netflix. (I won’t admit how long I had one of those out for.)
Due up in my mailbox is a trip down memory lane: “Pi,” “Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai,” and “Sunrise.” “Pi” and “Ghost Dog” were some of the first movies I watched at the Angelika my freshman year of college, and “Sunrise” was one of the films we watched as part of the History of Cinema class I took my junior year. Collectively, they epitomize that phase of my life in which I aspired to be a pretentious snob^W^Wconnoisseur of the moving picture. (Which is not to say that I don’t anymore, only that it’s been tempered in recent years by…well, by no longer living in New York.) And there’s a keen sense of anticipation of rediscovering elements of some of the more visceral experiences that used to abound during my college years–not to mention the associated emotions that, to this day, color the reflection of my days as a New Yorker–but are now only faint memories to me.
All this will have to wait until after the MCAT. Less than three days to go.
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