It’s not that the movies have never struck my fancy. It’s not even that I wasn’t sure I could find anyone to go with. I’ve just been lazy about my Friday nights. “Hey,” I would think to myself, “I’ll just get in on Netflix.”
But I never do get the movies on Netflix. Never. And just like that, I miss out on seeing a potentially really good movie and free popcorn because I’m lazy.
All that has changed, my friends. As I mentioned before Matt and I have been going to the Strangeness of the Ordinary film series there that celebrates directors who were inspired by the photography of William Eggleston, whose work they currently have on display. Last week they screened Blue Velvet and this week it was Drugstore Cowboy.
Now let’s talk about the experience. You sit in a room with a not-huge but not-small projection screen filled with folding chairs. You get free popcorn. You can grab a seat cushion from the Frist but I suggest you bring your own (that’s a story for another time). The crowd is enthusiastic and respectful, and the only cost to you is the $3 or so that you pay for parking if you use their lot. The only negative thing I could think of is that I thought that Blue Velvet was a little loud.
As for the movies themselves, I enjoyed both Blue Velvet and Drugstore Cowboy, but I favored the later. Blue Velvet was a good movie and it really got me going after awhile, but it was a little slow for me. I have to give the Frist credit for their choices though, they didn’t pick films that wouldn’t piss anyone off. All three of the movies in this series (Virgin Suicides is next) are messed up. There’s drugs, there’s sex, there’s violence, there’s general “oh my god what the hell is going on here” weirdness all over the place. I’m sure a few of their donors wouldn’t approve, but the Frist is an art museum, and damnit, they’re going to pick the films that are art, not the films that are bubblegum.
I applaud you, Frist Center, and I look forward to joining you next Friday at 7pm for a screening of The Virgin Suicides.