DAY 16: FAVOURITE DIRECTOR
I thought this was a simple one. I stuck down my nomination, the guy I've considered my favourite director for the better part of twenty years, and then I had a quick look through my films for little other reason than to confirm that no, there was nobody else at the races today.
But it turned out there were lots.
Alejandro González Iñárritu, Martin Scorsese, Stanley Kubrick, Zack Snyder (Yeah, that's right, I said it. Come at me, bro!), Ridley Scott, Clint Eastwood, Ti West, Sergio Corbucci, Akira Kurosawa, Christopher Nolan, Guillermo del Toro, John Carpenter, Steven Spielberg, Chan-wook Park, Alfred Hitchcock, Robert Rodriguez, Kon Satoshi, the Coen brothers, Jee-woon Kim, Darren Aronofsky, Gore Verbinski, Sergio Leone, Russ Meyer, the Wachowskis, Eduardo Sánchez, David Lynch, Paul Thomas Anderson, the Russo brothers, Matt Reeves, Jamie Gunn, Adam Wingard, Nicolas Winding Refn, David Ayer, Werner Herzog... be they directors who have only made a couple of crackers, or directors from whom I've liked everything I've seen, or directors with a wide body of work of which I've appreciated a significant enough amount, there was actually plenty to consider here; not least of which was my own changing interests over the years, as well as the progression of my nomination-elect's career. Is he still my favourite?
Well, after much hemming and hawing, I decided that I would, after all, stick with my original nomination, although in the end it needed to be a far more considered choice than I'd assumed it would be: My favourite director is still Quentin Tarantino, and the movie I'm nominating to represent him will be my favourite by him: Pulp Fiction (1994), although I still don't quite think it's okay yet to show it to my son. I'm not sure he's prepared yet for a discussion about whether giving a foot massage or "sticking your tongue in the holiest o' holies" is basically the same thing when applying the practices to an associate's wife, or about which melee weapon will most effectively bring an unscheduled halt to an extended bout of male rape. I'm keen for him to see any movie of that quality but... no, not yet. Another couple of years, maybe.
So, up against John, Samuel, Bruce and the gang in the dice throw today go Neill Blomkamp (represented by 2013's Elysium) courtesy of my son, and... oh, for f#ck's sake...Nick Cassavetes and My Sister's f#cking Keeper (2009) courtesy of my wife. Please God, no!
EDIT My boy won again today but he's out tonight, staying over with friends. So we'll watch Elysium tomorrow. Tonight, I think I'll watch a Quentin Tarantino movie...