I hadn’t yet watched a few of these films, but I still enjoyed the clips, bereft of context: such as the tense scene from Taxi Driver where director Martin Scorsese plays a paranoid, menacingly soft-spoken man, one of Travis Bickle’s passengers. Up to that point, it had been literally unthinkable that I could watch a video on my fat desktop computer. (Oh, wondrous technology!) Most fascinating, though, was the section with short clips – two or three minutes at most – from around 20 major films.
But when entertainment is concerned, is there even any guilt to what gives one pleasure? In our new series Pleasure Without Guilt, we look at pop offerings that have been dissed by the culture police but continue to endure as beacons of unadulterated pleasure.Īs a teenage movie buff in the early-to-mid 1990s, a few years before the internet came into our lives, one of my prized possessions was a CD-ROM titled Cinemania, a collection of reviews, images, and biographical entries – along with never-before-seen things called “hyperlinks” that took you to another page on the CD-ROM when you clicked on a highlighted word. When the going gets tough, we turn to our favourite guilty pleasures.
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