Metropolis: Head, Heart and Hands …

6th February, 2013

There comes a point when — literally —  you have to sit down with a classic or two.

I’ve always prided myself on being something of a science fiction fan, so for me, that means sitting down with a vintage classic or two.

Including — back in the late 1970s, when it was re-shown at my local cinema, post-Star Wars — 2001: A Space Odyssey.

That’s an experience, I should add.   Catching Kubrick’s work on the big screen is something of a delight: which ever one of his films you see.

2001 is pretty good.   Watching it on a TV — however hi-definition/widescreen that TV is — isn’t quite the same.

But I was saying about classics, wasn’t I … ?   Yes, I was …

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You see, there’s a school of thought that says — every-so-often — you should make a point of seeing those films that generally feature on bucket* lists: in other words, they’re the sort of film to see before you die.

God alone knows how many of those there are.   I’m willing to bet that if you ask one hundred people for the title of just one such film … you’ll get about three hundred suggestions.

It possibly gets easier if you narrow things down by specifying a genre.   Even then, you’ll, probably still get an argument.

Especially if the genre in question is something like science fiction: complete with Star Wars at one end, Bladerunner at another, and — keep with me — Star Trek at a third end.   Oh, and the original Russian version of Solaris, along with 2001: A Space Odyssey forming a fourth and fifth end to a multidimensional stick.

Things like Weird Science floating around, give people tension headaches.

The less said the better, there, I think.

At any rate … ?   I managed to rent one of those films that’s been seen as a classic.

If not a classic: then certainly genre defining.

The 1927, Fritz Lang film, Metropolis.

Let me try and explain, shall I … ?

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