This week is all about trauma. Share which movies have shaken us to the core so much that we’ve never been the same because of them. Visit the Bumbles for other lists.
I’ve only got few…
Old Yeller – Heartbreak and tears.
The Believers (1987) This one is silly, but the the mom was killed by a coffee pot and the girlfriend’s pimple got so big that dozens of spiders finally broke out running all over her face. I never liked spiders before the movie, but was terrified after. That scene has stayed with me. I’ve never looked at spiders or pimples the same way.
Jaws – This one should need no explanation.
Schindler’s List – There have been other movies and specials I’ve seen, but this stark look at the Holocaust shook me. How can people hate this much? Still a question that troubles me.
Platoon and other war movies – I’m a lover, not a fighter. These haunt me, so I try to avoid them.
KATHY from Bags, Books, and Bon Jovi really knows her New York literature and movies!
My New York trip inspired me to have a quiz featuring some of the more prominent books set in in the New York City area. I’ve given you a quote from the book AND a photo from the movie. Here’s how to play…Identify these famous novels by telling me the book and author. Leave a comment with the # of the first line and the title of the book and I’ll cross it off the list. No Googling, that’s cheating and no fun!
1. “I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.” The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald – Kathy
2. I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. I’m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it’s like…. It’s like Tiffany’s…. Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it’s tacky to wear diamonds before you’re forty… Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote – Kathy
3. Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice; vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter, who had tried to dishonor her. The Godfather by Mario Puzo – Kathy
4. Over the past ten years, for the first time, intelligence had become socially correct for girls. Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe – Kathy
5. “It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.” The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton – Barbara
6. “There is just this for consolation: an hour here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we’ve ever imagined , though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so.” THE HOURS BY MICHAEL CUNNINGHAM
7. I was leaning against the bar in a speakeasy on Fifty-second Street, waiting for Nora to finish her Christmas shopping, when a girl got up from the table where she had been sitting with three other people and came over to see me. She was small and blonde, and whether you looked at her face or at her body in powder-blue sports clothes, the result was satisfactory. “Aren’t you Nick Charles?” she asked. The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett – Kathy
8.”…there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.” American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis – Kathy
9. I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York’s skyline. Particularly when one can’t see the details. Just the shapes. The shapes and the thought that made them. The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. What other religion do we need? And then people tell me about pilgrimages to some dank pesthole in a jungle where they go to do homage to a crumbling temple, to a leering stone monster with a pot belly, created by some leprous savage. Is it beauty and genius they want to see? Do they seek a sense of the sublime? Let them come to New York, stand on the shore of the Hudson, look and kneel. When I see the city from my window – no, I don’t feel how small I am – but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body. THE FOUNTAINHEAD BY AYN RAND
10. Rosemary and Guy Woodhouse had signed a lease on a five-room apartment in a geometric white house on First Avenue when they received word, from a woman named Mrs. Cortez, that a four-room apartment in the Bramford had become available. Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin – Kathy
So, get to guessing!