I have viewed a lot of films throughout my lifetime.
I confess to enjoying movies so much, at one time I thought about becoming a movie critic.
For I also like to write.
But real movie critics, who shall remain unnamed (you know who they are) need not be looking over their shoulder.
Satchel (Leroy) Paige, famed black baseball player (pitcher) once observed, “Don’t look back (while running). Someone might be gaining on you.”
Well, I wasn’t gaining on any of the above-unnamed movie critics.
They needn’t have looked over their shoulders.
Their jobs were secure as far as I was concerned.
I admit to liking a wide variety of films, including foreign, including black and white.
One of my all-time favorites was both foreign and black and white, the acclaimed 1959 avant garde offering, HIROSHIMA MON AMOUR, a French film with English subtitles.
I was young and impressionable when I first viewed the film.
I was suitably impressed.
Another film I viewed in subsequent years was one called THEY SHOOT HORSES, DON’T THEY? a 1969 psychodrama starring, among others, actors Jane Fonda and Michael Sarrazin.
