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.
Naw, there's hope. My boys were the same, but young adults now and I am very impressed with their range of viewing. From silent films on Netflix to foreign language and anything and everything.