A Random Selection of Well-Loved Movies

On my Facebook wall appeared a question thrown out serendipitously:

“What movie could you watch over and over again?”


Had this been reddit, the post probably would have hit the front page. People chimed in from everywhere, and I decided to compile a list. What I discovered was that many of the ones mentioned were also on my best-beloved list (marked with a star) and that now I have an entire raft of ones I need to see, so I can judge for myself.

  • 16 Candles
  • A Christmas Story
  • A Walk to Remember
  • Anne of Green Gables Star
  • Back to the Future Star
  • Breakfast Club
  • Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (I prefer the original with Gene Wilder) Star
  • Christine
  • Christmas Vacation
  • Clueless
  • Connie and Carla
  • Dances with Wolves StarStar
  • Dirty Dancing Star
  • Dr. Zhivago
  • Driving Miss Daisy Star
  • Elf
  • Emma
  • Exotic Marigold Hotel
  • Facing the Giants
  • Finding Nemo
  • Flash Gordon
  • Footloose
  • Freaky Friday (remake)
  • GardenState
  • Godfather I and II Star
  • Grease Star
  • Groundhog Day StarStar
  • Harry Potter (any) StarStar
  • It’s a Wonderful Life Star
  • Ladyhawke
  • Last Holiday Star (You and I, we know the secret to life. It’s butter.)
  • Little Women Star
  • Lonesome Dove
  • Love Actually
  • Madagascar 2
  • Miracle on 34th Street (remake)
  • Moonstruck
  • Mrs. Doubtfire Star
  • Poison Ivy
  • Practical Magic Star
  • Pretty Woman
  • Pride and Prejudice
  • Princess Bride StarStarStar (One does not tamper with perfection.)
  • Return To Me Star
  • Sabrina Star (both versions)
  • Secretariat Star
  • Sense and Sensibility StarStar
  • Shawshank Redemption
  • Sound of Music Star
  • Star Wars Star (Yes, I even like the prequels. Sosumi.)
  • Stardust Star (That’s alright, Cap’n, we always knew you was a whoopsie.)
  • Steel Magnolias
  • Sweet HomeAlabama
  • Terror from the year 5000 (SciFi B-flick with a good message. Cheesy but a favorite.)
  • The Help Star
  • The Man from SnowyRiver
  • The Notebook Star
  • The Royal Tenenbaums
  • The Wedding Planner
  • To Sir with Love Star
  • Tombstone
  • Trains, Planes and Automobiles
  • What Happens in Vegas
  • When Harry Met Sally
  • While You Were Sleeping Star
  • White Christmas Star
  • Wizard of Oz Star

And a collection of others from my own favorites (certainly not complete, but for no good reason):

  • A Beautiful Mind
  • Avatar
  • Bicentennial Man
  • Brave
  • Braveheart
  • Brewster’s Millions
  • Capricorn One
  • Children of Men
  • Dark Knight series
  • Enemy Mine
  • Equilibrium
  • Face Off
  • Fahrenheit 451
  • Fantasia
  • Fantasia 2000
  • First Wives Club
  • For Richer or Poorer (Now, let’s go scrub the kitchen floor! Ooh, can we??)
  • Frequency (Wife reminded me about this one!)
  • Galaxy Quest (Oh, that’s not right!)
  • Gattaca
  • Ghost Dad (It’s Edith, and it’s a boy’s name!)
  • Good Will Hunting
  • Guarding Tess (Nic Cage’s greatest film, if you ask me)
  • Heart and Souls (Make a difference before the bus comes for you.)
  • Heaven can Wait (either version)
  • Hidalgo (Omar Sharif was awesome)
  • High Road to China (I love Tom Selleck)
  • Indiana Jones (even “nuking the fridge”)
  • Kramer vs. Kramer
  • La Dame Folle de Chaillot / The Madwoman of Chaillot
  • La Strada (a Fellini masterpiece) StarStarStar
  • Lawrence of Arabia (breathtaking!)
  • Les 400 Coups (Truffaut: Dark and poignant) StarStarStar
  • Letters from Iwo Jima
  • Lilies of the Field
  • Lord of the Rings StarStarStar
  • Michael Collins
  • Miss Congeniality 1
  • Mr. Baseball
  • Murder by Death (Alec Guinness vs. Nancy Walker – priceless!)
  • Newsies
  • Out of Africa
  • Patch Adams
  • Pay it Forward
  • Pete’s Dragon (because Maine)
  • Pinocchio (Disney’s 2D masterpiece)
  • Quigley Down Under
  • Ratatouille
  • Robin Hood (Costner)
  • Saving Grace (Tom Conti, 1986) StarStarStar
  • Schindler’s List
  • Secret of Roan Inish
  • Silver Streak
  • Sneakers
  • Soylent Green
  • Star Trek (Any and all, even No. 5.)
  • Stargate
  • Tangled
  • The 5th Element
  • The 6th Sense (even if I know the ending)
  • The Associate
  • The Count of Monte Cristo
  • The Day the Earth Stood Still (Original version, of course)
  • The Frisco Kid
  • The Good Earth (Paul Muni)
  • The Green Mile Star
  • The Irishman (Scorsese’s latest triumph. On a par with “The Godfather”
  • The Kid
  • The Last Samurai
  • The Legend of Bagger Vance
  • The Man in the Iron Mask
  • The Mask of Zorro
  • The Patriot
  • The Peaceful Warrior
  • The Pianist
  • The Ultimate Gift
  • Tootsie
  • Toy Story (all)
  • War Games
  • Young Frankenstein
  • You’ve Got Mail

Reblog: A tribute to Richard Harris

I found a reference to this interview elsewhere, but the original link was dead. Fortunately I found the full interview at another site, and choose to reproduce it here for preservation. It is a piercing look at an honest and complex man. I have added the images to the original text.

Found at the forums of The Pensieve


Since coming to the paper three years ago this week, the Star’s theatre critic Richard Ouzounian has attracted considerable attention to his series of celebrity interviews. McArthur and Company has just published 56 of them under the title “Are You Trying To Seduce Me, Miss Turner?” named after his encounter with the star of the stage version of The Graduate. The excerpt that follows is one of his favourites.

This is one that I owed Richard Harris.

When we met at the Toronto Film Festival in September 2001, I felt as if I had spent a privileged patch of time with a unique man.

As you’ll read below, he opened his heart and soul to me about a great many things.

Unfortunately, most of it never got into the paper. When I returned from our time together, my editors told me to “play up the Harry Potter angle and forget about the rest,” just as Harris had suspected they would.

The next day, when the truncated interview appeared, Harris was rightly furious and vented about it to one of my colleagues.

“I trusted that bastard, and told him a lot of important things, but what does he print? Nothing but goddamn Harry Potter.”

That day, by the way, was Sept.11, and everything soon acquired a different perspective.

I never saw Harris again, and I thought of trying to write to him, but time slipped through my fingers.

Harris died on Oct.25, 2002, of Hodgkin’s Disease. And when, shortly after his passing, I found out that this book was to be published, I made myself a promise. I vowed to dig out my notes from that afternoon we spent together and print the interview that Richard Harris had entrusted me to deliver.

Here it is.

“Don’t ask me about that damned stupid Harry Potter movie. That’s not why I’m here.”

Richard Harris, as always, isn’t afraid to speak his mind, even to the point of denigrating his work as Aldus Dumbledore in the upcoming Harry Potter And The Philosopher’s Stone.

He’s at the Toronto International Film Festival to help drum up support for something that he does believe in: My Kingdom, the film by Don Boyd that sets Shakespeare’s King Lear in contemporary Liverpool.

Harris, who turns 71 on Oct.1, plays a British crime lord named Sandeman whose wife’s murder causes him to divide his “kingdom” among his three daughters.

“I like this movie because it’s not afraid to embrace the darkness. Most films run around lighting tiny candles and think they make a damn bit of difference. Don Boyd has a pretty good idea of how black the universe can be and so do I.”

His rheumy eyes search me out. “I know what it’s like to scrape the bottom of the barrel of despair and stir the shavings into your Guinness. That’s a cup we’ve drained to the dregs many times, both me and Lear.”

The parallels with Shakespeare’s tragedy are skilfully worked out by director Boyd, and Harris does some of his richest work, made even more effective because it’s so understated. “At first they wanted me to rant and rave, but I told them no. People will see it and say, `Look, it’s Richard Harris going over the top again,’ and I won’t do it.”

He sees me smiling and pokes my arm roughly. “All right now, tell the truth, what was the worst bit of overacting you ever saw me do … out with it!”

I volunteer that it was probably in 1977’s Orca and Harris laughs until he’s stopped by a fit of coughing, something that happens several times during our 90 minutes together.

“Oh, that fecking killer whale! What a piece of shite that was. No wonder I was hitting the blow so heavy in those days.” His gaze is suddenly level. “You know cocaine nearly killed me?” I nod feebly in agreement, having heard the gossipy reports over the years. “My heart stopped, and they had to bring me back to life again — 1978, I think that was.”

He sips at his coffee. “I’d like to say I changed my life overnight, but that wouldn’t be the case. I tried though, and I got better … even if my acting didn’t.”

I ask him why he seems so eager to put himself down.

“Because I had a gift of gold once, and I threw it all away for a handful of silver. I took the talent God gave me and pissed it into a river called Hollywood.”

He was one of nine children born to an Irish farmer named Ivan Harris in Limerick on Oct.1, 1930. “All nine of us were looking for a way out, and I thought mine was going to be a rugger, but the TB ended all that.

“So I decided to become an actor instead. Why? I had the gift of the gab and I could charm the knickers off any girl that drew breath. I was a handsome bugger then. No, not handsome, beautiful.”

Harris sees me staring askance at his vainglorious boast and chafes. “Well, I was beautiful, dammit, and I’m such an ugly old beast now that I can take some pride in the joys of my youth.”

He made a huge stage success in Brendan Behan’s The Quare Fellow, and a spate of British films followed, culminating in his performance as Frank Machin in Lindsay Anderson’s 1964 This Sporting Life.

“They cast me as a rugger player who was a bastard. That didn’t take much acting from me. No wonder it made me a star.” And brought him his first Oscar nomination for Best Actor.

After a detour to Italy to star in Michelangelo Antonioni’s Red Desert, Harris went to Hollywood, making a decorative hole on the screen in films like Hawaii and Caprice.

Then, in 1967, came Camelot.

“Don’t ask me why I still love that bloody story so much. But I can’t look at the movie anymore. I was too gorgeous then. It makes me weep to see what a rag-and-bone man I’ve turned into.”

A young waiter retrieves Harris’s coffee cup, giving his disreputable looks a wide berth. “Can I smoke here?” Harris shouts after him. Getting no answer, he shrugs and lights up a cigarette. “I’ll just do it till they order me to stop, which is what I’ve done all my life.”

Camelot made him a superstar, and then he hopped to the top of the recording charts as well, with his unexpected rendition of Jimmy Webb’s “Macarthur Park.” I tell Harris how much I used to enjoy hearing him sing it.

“Sentimental bollocks,” is his initial reply, but then he softens. “I still remember some of it, especially when I’m in my cups.” And then, magically, he rasps out a few lines:

“I will drink the wine while it is warm

And never let you catch me looking at the sun …”

We look at each other for a moment, and then he breaks the spell. “That’s not bad, but don’t ask me why they left that fecking cake out in the rain …”

And again he laughs, until a bout of coughing stops him. “I’m not well, not at all well, but after all I’ve done to my body in my lifetime, that shouldn’t surprise me.”

Harris had one last film hurrah with the surprise success of A Man Called Horse in 1970, but for the rest of the decade, the work got worse and worse, while the antics got wilder and wilder.

In the 1980s, the excesses of his early days gave way to relative sobriety, while years of touring as King Arthur in the stage version of Camelot rebuilt his finances, and allowed him the luxury of choice.

“When you’re poor and raising a family, you take what comes along. Now I can commit to the work I do. I cannot put it on at eight in the morning and take it off at six in the evening. When the picture is rolling I give it my all, and then when it’s over, I disappear. I tell the rest of the cast, ‘You’ll never hear from me again.'” ¹

Quality films like 1990’s The Field, which earned him his second Oscar nomination, were the result of his new work habits, as are pictures like My Kingdom, which he’s eager to start discussing again after our journey through his past.

The Field

My Kingdom

“I like the way they’ve worked out my motivation. You see, the beginning is the tricky part. You always wonder why Lear gives his kingdom away, but now that they’ve added the murder of my wife, I have a reason.”

He smiles wickedly. “It reminds me of the day years ago when John Major put his leadership of (Britain’s) Tory party up for grabs. I ran into Brian Mulroney in an elevator at the Savoy Hotel, and asked him what he thought of Major’s move. Mulroney shook his head and said to me, ‘I don’t understand it. You never give up power.’ “

Another thing Harris likes is the fact that this Lear has no Fool, but spends his time instead with his grandson, and Harris is well known for his devotion to his grandchildren.

In fact, were it not for one of them, he would not have agreed to take part in the Harry Potter films.


“Look, I had never even read the books,” admits Harris. “All I knew was that they kept offering me the job and raising the salary every time they called me. And I turned them down for a very good reason.”

“You see, anyone who signs up for the Potter films has to agree to be in the sequels, all of them! I didn’t know if that’s how I wanted to spend the last years of my life, and so I said no.”

He chuckles as he recalls the flurry surrounding his reluctance. “Newspapers, radio, television all had a go at me. The world wanted into this film and this cantankerous f—er called Richard Harris said no.

“But then my granddaughter Ella, who is 11 and whom I worship with my life, came to me one day and said, `Papa, I hear you’re not going to be in the Harry Potter movie.’ I told her that was indeed the case, and then she looked me right in the eye and said, `If you don’t play Dumbledore, then I will never speak with you again.'”

Harris holds out his hands to show how helpless he felt. “What could I do? I didn’t dare have that hanging over my head, and so I said yes.

“It actually turned out to be a pleasant experience. I worked two days one week, then two weeks off, then a few more days’ work. Maybe three weeks in all spread out over months. Very nice at my age — that’s the way to do it.”

He’s also fond of his leading man, 12-year-old Daniel Radcliffe, who plays Potter. “Well, a bit before shooting started, (director) Chris Columbus asked if I’d mind spending some time with the kids so they’d get used to me, and I said `Sure.’ So we all got together one evening, and I sat there showing them card tricks while they sat around discussing show business.

“Finally, Chris got us to read some of our scenes together, and when I finished, young Daniel said to me, `That was quite a good reading. I think you’ll be good in the part.’ Lord, to have that much confidence at his age. I don’t have that much confidence now.”

Although he hadn’t read the books before accepting the role, Harris has come to have great respect for author J.K. Rowling. “I’d like to crawl inside her mind and her bank account. Her command of language is extraordinary. My name, Albus Dumbledore, means `a white Dorset bumblebee,’ and that’s certainly what I look like nowadays.”

Harris, suddenly tired, looked at me. “There, I gave you the stuff about Harry Potter. That’s what the papers want. But try to use the rest of what I said as well.

“Because, you see, I don’t just want to be remembered for being in those bloody films, and I’m afraid that’s what going to happen to me.”

As he stood up, we shook hands, and he held mine for a long time. “To tell you the truth, lad, I’ve done damn little that I’d like to be remembered for — except my sons.”

My Kingdom has never been released in North America, except for a one-week “memorial” showing in Los Angeles in December 2002, after his death.

It deserves a wider audience for many reasons, but most of all, to see this great actor looking unafraid at the shadow of mortality as it moved inexorably toward him.

So let us not remember this man only for Rowling’s Dumbledore, but for a long and stellar career. What he left us to marvel at could hardly be called “pissing away his gift,” but then artists are always their own worst critics.

The Gladiator

The Old Wolf has spoken.


¹ What an experience that must have been for his fellow actors. Had I been that fortunate, I would have said (as did Henry James said in “The Real Thing”), “I’m content to have paid the price–for the memory.”