In high school, my 12th grade summer reading assignment was One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I actually read the book instead of cheating by watching the movie, assuming that my English teacher would show us the film when we returned to school in the Fall. Apparently, I was hoping for too much there. Although I read the book over 5 years ago, I remember enjoying it more than I enjoyed the film this weekend. Yet, I also feel like the film was true to the book. Go figure.
I’m going to state the obvious and say that R.P. McMurphy was not crazy.
I've always been sort of proud, in a strange way, that I've never seen Rocky. 1) It's a classic, and 2) it's set in Philadelphia. How could I have never seen it?! Frankly, I never cared if anyone found my ignorance of Rocky offensive, because I never actually had any interest in seeing it in the first place. However, since I've started this blog, I've committed myself to seeing everything that might be shown in a Film Appreciation class.
