I hope you get good clean prints so you can really see the crazy angles on the incredibly deep sets for Caligari.

We got an all right print of Caligari, but it didn't matter: on the big screen it is amazing, eye-filling in a way that sharpens details not only of the sets, but the characterizations. rushthatspeaks pointed out that even for the protagonist of an Expressionist film, Francis is at least two degrees of stylized out from the rest of the cast around him; I love how it doesn't matter that he's a seedy, sinister mountebank with a secret murder agenda, Caligari is totally sympathetic when he's stuck twiddling his thumbs in the self-important town clerk's office, waiting to fill out his permit to exhibit Cesare. And Conrad Veidt. Everything about Conrad Veidt. He's so beautiful, made up like a nightmare. Those eyes, choking-wide in their black diamonds of shadow or immovably locked shut. He's onstage so much less than I remember each time, but it never surprised me that he became the indelible image of the film.

It's been way too long since I saw Buckaroo Bonzai.

I'd never seen it on a big screen. I love that movie so much.