I’ve never been much for lists, but as of late, I’ve started to wish I had been, at least when I was a child. A desire recently arose in me – a desire to trace back certain, hm, qualities about me – and, naturally, I began my search by trying to remember all the movies I’d ever seen, particularly in early life.
The tricky thing for me is ascertaining if I’d sat through a particular movie all the way through or if I’d only seen bits and pieces. My knowledge of films could be typified as a bit of a grab bag, the sum total of miscellaneous research; pop culture exposure; as well as actual movie watching. If it’s a movie I have a vague recollection of from childhood, it’s no sure thing I watched it all. There’s a possibility that I only saw a snippet of it on the couch with my Lola (Tagalog for “Grandmother”) before going off to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
As I watched Predator this week, I had no doubts I saw the climactic confrontation between Dutch and the Predator (whom I used to call “Crab Face”) way back when, but I definitely wasn’t sure if I had seen the earlier half of the movie, the one with all those lines (“I ain’t got time to bleed…”). Suffice to say, the movie was pretty fun.
I just wanted to share that with you. That’s all.
As we edge closer and closer to Christmas, the YOMYOMF family dives headfirst into the topics that matter: dog-eating. regifting, and African-American robots. Yeah, that’s right – put that helmet on cause we’re about to blow your MIND.
