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Five Favorite Films

I may not have expected Mark's reaction to A Little Princess this evening, but I've seen the film enough times to know how I'll react.  It's easily one of my favorite films of all time.  I had already latched onto it well before Emma was a twinkle in anyone's eye.  I'm all the more committed now that I have a daughter.

I sat down earlier this evening to list my five favorite films.  Without hesitation, these three came to mind (in no particular order or preference):
  • A Little Princess
  • Cry the Beloved Country
  • Twelve Angry Men
The next two were harder to select.  I needed a comedy, so I decided upon Monty Python & The Holy Grail.  (Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure was hard to turn down.)  My fifth choice, Wait Until Dark, is a great thriller especially if you want your date to keep a tight hold on you.

I'm not a big fan of soliciting feedback, but I'll make an exception here.  Leave a comment listing your five favorite films.  How are you supposed to decide?  These are the films you would grab if your house is on fire.  Thelma pointed out that she wouldn't be grabbing movies if our house was on fire, so you may want to imagine some other crisis.
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Thelma said…
I don't know. What criteria should I use? Why have I spent so much of my life thinking about this? Should I choose sentimental favorites like Hello Dolly and Music Man and Holiday Inn? Should I choose smart romantic comedies like the Ephron sisters turn out? (Sleepless in Seattle, You've Got Mail) Or the soul soaring favorites like Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre? Then I can't discount the silly movies that tickle me to no end. The Emperor's New Groove, Groundhog Day, The Princess Bride, Nacho Libre...how will I ever decide? How about I pick 5 movies I'd toss into the fire? I could make a lovely bonfire.
August 26, 2008 at 8:18 PM
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