It is vivid and visceral, as if the pages are projecting a film directly into your brain. Screenplays for the most suspenseful, engaging and intelligent movies you can imagine. What exactly is it then that draws me to the works of Michael Crichton? Quite simply, as many of his detractors AND supporters have pointed out, his novels are like screenplays. (I will defend myself a little bit by saying that I am not completely without class and sophistication, as my all time favorite novel is The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas.) If Chins Could Kill Confessions of a B Movie Actor, by Bruce Campbell My Word Is My Bond, by Sir Roger Moore Bronson’s Loose! The Making of the Death Wish Films, by Paul Talbot and Seagology A Study of the Ass-Kicking Films of Steven Seagal, by Internet Film Critic Extraordinaire, Vern. In the past 10 years (or more), aside from the Michael Crichton novels I have devoured, the only books I have read have been film related. The language of cinema is so engrained in my psyche that I dream in widescreen (I’m talking 2:35 too, not no 1:78 crap.) So much of my life has been taken up by film that I have sort of become reticent towards reading (that and being forced through several absolutely wretched novels in my schooling years. While on the subject of heady, science fiction thrillers (see my Inception review)…Īs we all know, I am a film maker and lover… You might call me a nerd… You could call me psychotically obsessive even (I have seen over 10,000 films in my life, most of them twice and I own nearly 3,000.) In fact a good portion of my earliest memories are of watching films.
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