I am a film nerd.
I still love it when Norma Desmond is ready for her closeup.
I still jump when Chief Brody realizes they're gonna need a bigger boat.
I still get chills when Superman takes flight for the first time.
I am still mesmerized when Vito Corleone makes him an offer he can't refuse.
I still cheer when Rocky fights Apollo Creed.
I still cry when Ray Kinsella is not invited into his Field of Dreams.
I still sit wide eyed when the Wicked Witch of the West makes her first appearance.
I still wish Willy Wonka's chocolate factory was a real place.
I still get creeped out when Regan McNeil says it's an excellent day for an exorcism.
I still smirk when Rhett Butler frankly doesn't give a damn.
I still love the smell of napalm in the morning.
I still well up when E.T. goes home.
I still love it when Jack Nicholson tells us that we can't handle the truth!
I'm still glad that Charles Foster Kane found Rosebud.
I still think it's cool that Greta Garbo wants to be alone.
I still laugh out loud at every scene on that Airplane.
I still also like my martinis shaken, not stirred.
I still hate HAL for not opening the pod bay doors.
I still feel bad for Frankenstein's creature.
I still get chills when Luke realizes that the force will be with him, always.
I still root for King Kong.
I still think The French Connection has the greatest car chase ever.....ever.
I'm still on the edge of my seat when Indy outruns that boulder.
I still get goosebumps when Andy Dufresne escapes from Shawshank.
I still feel the need, the need for speed.
I'm still glad that Ilsa walked into Rick Blaine's gin joint, of all the gin joints in the world.
I still want Dirty Harry to make my day.
I'm still happy when Clarence gets his wings.
I still agree that you can't fight in the war room.
I am still moved by Schindler's List, every time.
I still agree that we all go a little mad sometimes. Isn't that right mother?
I still think Dr. Lechter would make a charming dinner companion.
I still believe true love's kiss is the greatest magic of all.
...and I still love to watch Gene Kelly sing in the rain.
I am a film nerd.
(c) 2012 Todd Staruch, aka "The Horror Nerd"
I still love it when Norma Desmond is ready for her closeup.
I still jump when Chief Brody realizes they're gonna need a bigger boat.
I still get chills when Superman takes flight for the first time.
I am still mesmerized when Vito Corleone makes him an offer he can't refuse.
I still cheer when Rocky fights Apollo Creed.
I still cry when Ray Kinsella is not invited into his Field of Dreams.
I still sit wide eyed when the Wicked Witch of the West makes her first appearance.
I still wish Willy Wonka's chocolate factory was a real place.
I still get creeped out when Regan McNeil says it's an excellent day for an exorcism.
I still smirk when Rhett Butler frankly doesn't give a damn.
I still love the smell of napalm in the morning.
I still well up when E.T. goes home.
I still love it when Jack Nicholson tells us that we can't handle the truth!
I'm still glad that Charles Foster Kane found Rosebud.
I still think it's cool that Greta Garbo wants to be alone.
I still laugh out loud at every scene on that Airplane.
I still also like my martinis shaken, not stirred.
I still hate HAL for not opening the pod bay doors.
I still feel bad for Frankenstein's creature.
I still get chills when Luke realizes that the force will be with him, always.
I still root for King Kong.
I still think The French Connection has the greatest car chase ever.....ever.
I'm still on the edge of my seat when Indy outruns that boulder.
I still get goosebumps when Andy Dufresne escapes from Shawshank.
I still feel the need, the need for speed.
I'm still glad that Ilsa walked into Rick Blaine's gin joint, of all the gin joints in the world.
I still want Dirty Harry to make my day.
I'm still happy when Clarence gets his wings.
I still agree that you can't fight in the war room.
I am still moved by Schindler's List, every time.
I still agree that we all go a little mad sometimes. Isn't that right mother?
I still think Dr. Lechter would make a charming dinner companion.
I still believe true love's kiss is the greatest magic of all.
...and I still love to watch Gene Kelly sing in the rain.
I am a film nerd.
(c) 2012 Todd Staruch, aka "The Horror Nerd"
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