Was watchin GILDA again last night--you know, Rita Hayworth and the Glen Ford Erection. Anyhoo, it being summer, I've had my twelve year-old son here most of the week, and he comes in, sits down for a few minutes, finally expels one of those exaggerated, groaning sighs only teens seem capable of, and says, "how can you WATCH this old, BORING black-n-white stuff?"
Biting my tongue, I tried explaining my love of film noir, then gave up and said, "aw, yer just a kid. Wait till yer older, you'll get it."
But I knew it was bullsh*t. I mean, I've loved that kinda stuff since I was twelve. If he ain't diggin it by now, I doubt he will. Oh, he'll watch some Stooges, some Marx Brothers, that's it.
Whatever. Put the blame on Mame, boys.