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And because I have not watched nearly enough movies this year, in a little over half an hour I am meeting rushthatspeaks and derspatchel at the Somerville Theatre for a sci-fi/horror noon-to-midnight marathon. Starts with silent film and progresses decade by decade until we run out of Saturday sometime in the '90's. I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to seeing The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) on a big screen. Or The Invisible Man (1933). Or The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension (1984). I've never seen Tremors (1990), or even heard of Dr. Cyclops (1940). And there's always time for Roddy McDowall, Yul Brynner, and Robby the Robot. (And one film to run out on to find dinner. This is important.)

I am looking forward.

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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.

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Caligari is an amazing film. I was exceptionally lucky that the first time I saw it was in a private viewing room at Columbia University as part of my undergrad film degree program.

On the other hand, I saw Buckaroo Banzai first on a tiny little television in a room full of people who had all seen it a million times, which was great in its own way.

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I was exceptionally lucky that the first time I saw it was in a private viewing room at Columbia University as part of my undergrad film degree program.

I saw it for the first time on the bolted-to-the-wall television in the basement rec room of the Hall of Graduate Studies at Yale, home of the terrifyingly grotty couches, the partially broken foosball machine, and the carpet that always smelled like beer; it didn't matter. It was incredible. I've seen it twice since then on small screens, and am so glad to have finally experienced it as it deserves.

On the other hand, I saw Buckaroo Banzai first on a tiny little television in a room full of people who had all seen it a million times, which was great in its own way.

Yeah. I think my parents showed me that movie for the first time. (And I know I watched it again at Yale, because hans_the_bold was an excellent movie companion.) It is probably infinitely watchable.