My Favorite Year (1982). An aging, dissolute matinee idol is slated to appear on a live TV variety show in 1954, and a young comedy writer is tasked with the thankless job of keeping him ready and sober for the broadcast.
This movie really is just an okay, sorta fun backstage comedy, but Peter O'Toole is, as always, transcendent, lending real authenticity and emotional weight to a character that veers between slapstick and tragedy. His performance really elevatese the movie overall, and I just wish it had a bit of a better sense of tonal balance to be as good as he is. 6/10.
Well, not MY favorite year of course but that of this semi-autobiographical film’s main character. This film was released on October 8, 1982, 40 years ago today. The titular annus mirabilis was 1954.
My Favorite Year is not “my favorite movie” but it is certainly A favorite, and my buddies and I watched it together numerous times both in the cinema and when it came out on video. We knew that it…
That’s Auntertaiment Mini-Episode: Aunt Beth Tells Jeff to Watch 'My Favorite Year'
That’s Auntertaiment Mini-Episode: Aunt Beth Tells Jeff to Watch 'My Favorite Year'
Jeff watches My Favorite Year; will this be your favorite episode?
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.