A few months ago, I picked up a DVD of an old movie I once adored – The Private Eyes, from 1980, with Don Knotts and Tim Conway. I recall loving this flick as a little kid; I think it came on HBO in heavy rotation in '81, which would have meant I was six years old … and I watched it repeatedly, as kids are wont to do, while staying at my dad's place for the summer.
It was my favorite movie. My first Favorite Movie Ever, if you will, and upon spying the DVD I told myself that I would buy it, save it, and savor it. This would be a treat to be indulged whenever I got "caught up."
Laughable, yes I know. I'm never really caught up. On anything. But these first six weeks of 2011 have left me not so much "between deadlines" as "within some marginally more flexible deadlines than usual," and last night I was bored. Last night I thought to myself, "Self, perhaps the time has come to watch ol' Don and Tim and see how the flick holds up."
So I popped it in. Hit play.
And woo boy howdy, I kind of wish I hadn't.
(Cut to spare those who still regard the movie fondly.
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Published on February 07, 2011 17:55