my fucking memory
i'm watching [after a great many years] the film stir crazy [1980] starring the great comedy pair, gene wilder & richard pryor, directed by sidney poitier, written by bruce jay friedman. i'd seen this film in the theater [hard top (my family distinguished between indoor theaters & drive-ins because we often would see movies at both kinds of venues)] on its original release. i'd forgotten how funny it is. damn it is funny. really funny. some moments are sublime comedy. pryor & wilder were magic together. they are a pair of misfits who are given a lengthy prison sentence for a bank robbery they didn't commit. wilder possesses a particular talent for rodeo bull riding. the prison warden wants wilder to compete in the annual prison rodeo. wilder resists until he & pryor & a small group of fellow misfit cons devise a plan to escape during the rodeo. i love this movie. i recall the poet garrett hongo wrote a poem about this movie. my former professor, the late poet dennis schmitz, told me about this poem. i remember reading it. but - fuck me - i can't recall its title. i did a quick search online & i can't find it. is my memory that fucked? that i remember reading a poem by a specific poet & yet find no evidence of it? could this poem about this movie be written by another poet & i assigned hongo's name to it in my very faulty memory? hell if i know. really. which brings me to another peeve. how can, in cop shows, when the cops interrogate a suspect &/or witness about an event that happened years ago & that interviewee can recall even the minutest detail. i can't remember how i got to work on some days. often i spend my time on automatic pilot. my literary memory i thought was acute. i've seen some movies so often that i can play them from start to finish in my head. perhaps that is an illusion. & my own imagination plugs in the holes that my memory creates. what is memory anyway but a flawed hard drive of dubious data. even my memory of this 41 year old comedy is corrupted. so that as i watch it right now it is like seeing the movie for the first time.
1 Comments:
We bad, We bad. Cool movie.
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