Treadmill Films 46-54 — Good Films

Good films are about the things we all struggle with, those things that make us human.  Good films help us to realize that we’re not so very different from each other, that we have more in common with each other than we have differences.  Good films address this universal humanness in a very specific way; and in these specific stories we are able to find ourselves.  I don’t have to be a heartbroken hobo, a gender confused child, or a struggling artist to find my own story in their stories.  And of course a good film does all of these things well.  It’s a great thing when an artist creates good art. But one person with a brush, paint, and canvass I can understand.  It takes a lot of people to make a movie.  It’s really a miracle that so many good movies are out there.

I think the movies in this batch run from good to great. I’m sure it says something about me that I think three of the four great ones are the ones about kids.

Other stats for this batch: 4 are about a struggling artist of sorts, 3 are (almost) 40 years old or older, 2 are foreign language films, and 1 is a documentary.



Tomboy. Oh to wrap our kids up and keep them safe. Best father daughter hug ever. Amazingly talented young actors. A lot good here. See it.

The Kid with a Bike. Heart breaking, heart warming quiet little good Samaritan story. Love looks like this: saying hold on, but not so hard.

The Croupier. A lot is cool about this movie’s plot and protagonist. Too cool maybe? And who zoomed who at the end? I didn’t quite follow.

The Hustler. Is it only possible to win by cutting all ties & standing alone? Does money ruin the purity of competition? Isn’t Paul dreamy?

The Conversation. Liked all the parts–sound, scenes, performances, music, the 1974ishness of it all. But altogether it didn’t click for me.

Mud. Huck and Jim, and can a boy believe in love, and family and friendship is hard but worth it, and great performances. Amazing movie.

Amadeus. My kids: That looks like the most boring movie ever. Me: I know, but it’s really good. The first adult movie I remember liking.

Taxi Driver. My theory: Travis Bickle is America of the 1960’s/70’s. We don’t know how to solve our problems here, so we use guns far away.

Surfwise. Crazy dad seems right about this: It’s easier to die when you’ve lived. So go out and make memories. That way you don’t die alone.

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