Spring is my favorite season. Yesterday during a long post-4th train ride, I was trying to figure out why this is. I think it's that spring is all the things summer is -- warm, pretty, and fragrant* -- without summer's extremes. It's warm, but not sweaty and unbearable. You can wear long, pretty dresses, not tiny shorts. Emotions aren't running as high in springtime as they are in the summer (e.g. my roommate witnessed a mid-fireworks shouting match between a couple and a group of soccer moms).
However, this year I've decided to embrace all the crazy aspects of summer -- at least cinematically. I watched the crazily awesome Black Snake Moan, and now I'm midway through My Summer of Love, which is looking great, if a little mannered (I was expecting more of a John Osborne, British realism vibe).
I'm also queuing up Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Suddenly Last Summer, The Long Hot Summer, Splendor in the Grass. Maybe even some old school beach party movies. But mostly I'm going for flicks of the sizzling, oversexed variety -- torrid summerlong affairs, Tennessee Williams soliloquies declaimed in 90 degree heat, that kind of thing. (If you have any suggestions, leave them in the comments.)
*Exception - Summer in NYC is of course anything but fragrant.
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