This is Spinal Tap
Cinema Paradiso
Bonnie and Clyde
Jaws
Hotel Rwanda
Wings of Desire*
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
Blazing Saddles
Straw Dogs
Chinatown
Bull Durham
City of God
Midnight Express
Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Planes, Trains and Automobiles (Seasonal Selection)
Reservoir Dogs
Saving Private Ryan (Unofficial Selection)
Rocky
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The genesis of Movienight goes way back. It goes back to before I knew any of these clowns. It dates back to my teenage years, when the velvety, liquidy voice of one Jim Ladd engaged my head, with the theatre of the mind: Headsets.


Headsets represents the genesis of Movienight.


As I matured, it became painfully obvious that Headsets was not the program it once was. Though not before it was successfully introduced to the compound. The atrophy of Jim's show more or less forced us to find a better use of our valuable Wednesday night hall passes. The projector was first introduced to the group as a method to spread, on a broader scale, the joy of iTunes' visualizer, or as it became known colloquially, "Command T." This spread into a group effort in online gambling as we projected pokerroom.com up onto the wall, taking turns in $5 (or $100) sit 'n go tournaments. The next step was as logical as left foot right foot...films. The first film shown was actually a live Phish DVD, IT, which simultaneously demonstrates who invented Movienight. Who else would want to show Phish to the group?

I rest my case.


The essence of this argument resides in the fact that I and I (until very recently), alone, have been the engine behind the progress of the quality of Wednesday night entertainment. One needn't look further than this reality. Whether it's Headsets, visualizers, iPod playlists for select group get-togethers or occasions, group/interactive Sit'n Gos, or now Movienight, there exists a driving engine of progress, which resides only in my mind. Movienight is merely another cog in the chain. Another step on the climb. Another drop in the bucket. It won't last...at least in its current incarnation. I believe that at some point in the relatively near future, we will take yet another step to a new level, and I will, once again, be solely responsible. The only thing the others can honestly claim responsibility for is: beer, bob, wine and butts...and the occasional good conversation.


And now, I must go relieve myself before both my colon and the battery on the laptop give way.


Love to all,


Coolbaugh

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