The Film Club by David Gilmour
In Memoir on July 13, 2009 at 10:32 pm
Make your own list. The Shining, Stand By Me, Rain Man, Psycho, The Three Amigos, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Groundhog Day, Fried Green Tomatoes, Driving Miss Daisy, Hoosiers, Rocky, Oh Brother Where Art Thou? Fight Club, Schindler’s List, The Black Stallion, Karate Kid, American Beauty, A River Runs Through it, Tootsie, The Shawshank Redemption, The Silence of the Lambs… Agree with Gilmour on his list, or don’t—he backs them up. There is no denying that a strategic list of movies can educate a person better than traditional schooling. David Gilmour not only allows (sometimes forces) his 15-year-old son to watch movies (three a week) as an alternative to failing out of school (an offering of education on a new level), he joins his son: re-lives the greatest moments in (perhaps) the greatest form of art: film. Gilmour starts talking like lines from movies: “Love affairs that start in blood tend to end up in blood.” And his son (Jesse) starts seeing the great moments—picking them out himself. What more can you ask of a teenaged boy (or anyone) than to see real life in art, and to learn from it?