"Anyone else got a pile?" asks Darren.
Right now, my night-stand contains a pile of books: Emily Dickinson; alt-comics artist Jaime Hernandez's Locas In Love; Vladimir Nabokov's Speak, Memory; and Donald Barthelme's Not-Knowing: The Essays And Interviews. In addition, there are two piles of DVD's. Here's why:
It's late. I'm awake but I know I'll be sleeping peacefully within the hour. I put down the book I'm reading and reach for a DVD to ease into oblivion with. Two choices here.
• DVD pile #1: Canon Movies — great, amazing films, all of which I've seen before and love but could see a dozen times more. At this moment:
- Andrei Tarkovsky's Solaris
- Max Ophuls' Lola Montes
- Jean-Luc Godard's Contempt
- Alain Resnais' La Guerre Est Finie
- Chris Marker's La Jetée
- Alexander Sokurov's Mother And Son
- the John Cassavetes box set.
- Steve Kloves' The Fabulous Baker Boys
- Hal Hartley's Surviving Desire
- Whit Stillman's The Last Days Of Disco
- Wes Anderson's Rushmore
- Ernst Lubitsch's The Marriage Circle
- Jean-Luc Godard's A Woman Is A Woman
- Jacques Tati's M. Hulot's Holiday
- Howard Hawks' Hatari and The Big Sleep
- To be added this week: the Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers box set
Comfort movies serve an important purpose in my life. For a recovering insomniac, they lay down a plush ambience for me to drift off in. And when I'm gone, they keep me clear of nightmares or anxiety dreams. It's quite funny — I mean, is there no end to the service that we call upon art to perform for us in our lives?
So, your comfort movies?