If you know me at all, for the past 6 years I have probably been crying you a river about trying to find the old movie with this line: "I like the way you handled yourself last night at the clambake. Yes, son, I liked it a lot." I finally got serious (beyond nagging people and googling it, which brings up only myself) about this endeavor and did the research and made a list of every film involving a clambake. Then I watched all of them and the last motherfucking one on the list was it! Pro: I found my clambake (Take Me Out to the Ballgame); I might have shrieked a little bit. Con: I had to watch Clambake. DON'T DO THAT.
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One week ago I had not seen Dirty Harry, Bright Eyes, The Keys to The Kingdom, Bus Stop, Broken Blossoms, Logan's Run, Meet John Doe, Roxie Hart, Lost Horizon, East of Eden, the original Mr. and Mrs. Smith, or any Hitchcock Presents. I'm different now.
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This morning I watched a silent film all the way through for the first time and fucking RECOGNIZED a guy and my mind split open. I know that guy's name and I know what his voice sounds like and I know what he looks like wearing a green shirt; he's not such a stranger to me, but there he was, all jerky freaky exaggerated super old-timey style. It was amazing. Netflix is the best thing ever.
