You're gonna be bothered by how cool I am.

Lesson Learned: Don’t do all your grocery shopping in one big trip, and don’t carry every cent you own with you.  People do get mugged, you know.

What Can’t Stop the Music Has Taught Me About NYC

Do the milkshake!

Lesson Learned: Roller skating down Broadway is totally normal! 

I haven't said this about the other movies in this series, but I'm going to say it about this one - if you haven't seen it, get thee to Netflix or a video store.  This is a special, special film.  I rarely think of it when I make lists of favorite movies, but it is definitely one of my favorite movies of all time.  I don't know that Terry Gilliam ever did a better job of taking his skewed sensibilities and making them (sort of) mainstream than he did here, and I think this film is truly one of those rare films that's also a piece of art.





Lesson Learned: Find your grail.

Okay, I hope I don't freak work folks out too badly with this one. Not to mention my parents. :P Monday was Big, so it's only fitting that today would involve Mr. Big.




Lesson Learned: The New York Public Library is the perfect wedding spot ... if you can get the groom to show up. :)


Bonus lesson: Bag Borrow or Steal is REAL, baby!

Lesson Learned: FAO Schwartz is the greatest place in the world, no matter what age you are.

A little clarification...

When I decided to do this series, I didn't really intend to include much (if any) commentary on living in New York. After all, I don't know what that's like yet, and it would be rather presumptuous of me to offer my commentary on that, just based on movies and a few in-person visits. I feel self-conscious enough doing what I'm doing now. So it never really occurred to me to pick movies based on those criteria. My first step was coming up with a list of iconic "New York" movies (either iconic in general or iconic to me), and then I tried to figure out how to tie them together and what to say. I also have a rather stupid, self-imposed rule that I try not to use films I've already written about. So no Barefoot in the Park or Kissing Jessica Stein (which is a movie that I suspect is closer than most NYC movies to capturing the actual experience), unless I change my mind about that.

Onward...




( I feel like we're in a Noel Coward play. Someone should be making martinis. )

Lesson learned: If it seems too good to be true, Satan is probably involved.

Monday was What Breakfast at Tiffany's Has Taught Me About NYC. Tonight I give you...



Lesson Learned: Language of Love is not really a "first date" kind of movie (though it could have worked okay for Alan Strang, I suppose, if he weren't so hung up about horses).

( I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people. )