Any poetry pasted to an electrical pole at a street corner is already tugging at my heartstrings, more so when it is signed with the pen name “the dirty poet,” and triply so when the poetry is actually good. Even better if he is willing to field random questions about his cinema tastes.
His book, should you be interested, is linked at the end.
underplex: If you’ve got “desert island” movies, hit me.
the dirty poet: This year I realized that Bruce Willis starred in three of my top five movies: Die Hard (my favorite Christmas flick), Armageddon (I always weep when Bruce says to Ben Affleck, “I’ve always thought of you as my son”), and Pulp Fiction (the only Quentin Tarantino movie that really works). By the way, Lincoln sucked.
What is your least favorite movie genre, and why?
I took my elderly mother to many Jane Austen movies. I’m not a fan.
What’s the first movie you remember seeing in a theater? Quick, don’t think about it too much. Also, does this mean anything to you?
This will clue you to my age: My grandfather was in the motion picture operators’ union in Brooklyn, and sometimes I sat with him in the booth when he ran pictures. I remember one particularly excruciating day when, with grandpa watching baseball on TV, I watched The Sound of Music three times in a row.
If you’re on a date, and the person says, “You know, I love such-and-such movie/genre/director/actor,” what movie/genre/director/actor would make you want to just walk out right of there?
I’ll see any movie. Nothing would make me run. Except The Sound of Music.
You got anything you want to plug?
If you want entry to a secret world, go to Amazon and buy my eye-opening book, Emergency Room Wrestling.