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There are a lot of things I would tell my younger self to have done differently, but one for sure is to have read more Stephen King novels. Actually, any of his novels.
Perhaps the main culprit was that I was imitated by the page count of the books (especially IT). You can disagree with him on Twitter all you want, but your just being silly if you think he is a bad writer (and this coming from someone who has yet to read one of his books).
In what I believe was my sophomore year of High School, I was at a Marching Band practice when, after telling a joke of some kind, one of my directors stated he could see me hosting SNL in fifteen years (that was about twenty years ago, but oh well). What I did not mention was, at the time, I honestly was not sure what Saturday Night Live was.
Obviously, I caught up, and would spend time looking up past sketches deemed essential viewing (some I am still discovering). I admit I am not an expert on the history of Television, but one shouldn’t need to be if asked what other show is responsible for the career successes of its talents (both in front of the camera and behind it.)
From The Little Things to The Tragedy of Macbeth (Denzel bookends), I rounded out my amount of movies seen at seventy.
Even with that amount of movies, there was a fair amount of films I did not get to in time (especially, sadly, Foreign Language films). These include The Last Duel, The Green Knight, The Card Counter, Drive my Car, The Worst Person in the World, Stillwater, and The Tender Bar.
While I admit to not seeing all of his films just yet, it does not take much to realize that director Paul Thomas Anderson is indeed what one could call an acquired taste. It is a lighter affair this time around for Licorice Pizza, but it does not at all make it less fascinating.
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