30 Day Film Challenge: Mission Complete

I completed the 30 Day Film Challenge this morning just as June winds down. (Did I plan that? Maybe. Just a little bit.) While I am glad that I took the challenge, I am so ready to be done with this meme. Now I can focus on a few different projects that I plan to announce in the next few days and will hopefully keep you readers interested.

Until I reveal those plans, here are links to all the 30 Day Film Challenge posts in case you missed any. Thanks for reading! Let me know how you think I did in the comments.

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30 Day Film Challenge: Day 30

Your Favorite Film This Time Last Year

Killer of Sheep is tied with Bringing Up Baby as my favorite film. I don’t see that ever changing with these two movies. I became enamored with Killer of Sheep when I was researching for my thesis two summers ago and I have only become more intrigued by this film.

To me, Charles Burnett’s Killer of Sheep, which is a series of vignettes set in the Los Angeles neighborhood of Watts, is the greatest American film ever made. The vignettes, the music, the performances, everything works together to form an expose on American life that hasn’t been seen in American cinema before or since. (I wrote a longer essay on Killer of Sheep, which you can read here.)

With this, I am done with the 30 Day Film Challenge and thank goodness. I was terribly bored with it these last few days. How do you think I did?

30 Day Film Challenge: Day 29

Your Favorite Film As A Kid

I remember that one of my birthday parties when I was probably in the third or fourth grade was a sleepover. Every girl in my class spent the night and we watched Bye Bye Birdie and Grease. The next day, after they all had left and before Grease had to be returned to Blockbuster (snaps for Blockbuster), I watched Grease no less than four times in a row. It was a VHS copy too so this was an arduous process. But man, I loved Grease as a kid and I would do anything to watch it over and over and over again.

A few years later, when I got my first portable CD player (snaps for discmans) for Christmas, the Grease soundtrack became the first CD I ever owned. I am quite embarassed to admit that know every word to every scene and song in Grease. It’s something I’ll never be able to shake because I got chills, they’re multiplyin, and I’m losin control cause the power you’re supplyin, it’s electrifyin.