Movies with my grandmother.

by Lara Fowler I can trace my love for classic film back to one person. Inhabiting a small house in a quiet neighborhood just north of the Santa Clara Valley, my grandparents, Julian and Frances Polon, were both Los Angeles transplants. My grandmother, born Canadian, had moved to Los Angeles for nursing school and stayed…

The genesis of a future film historian.

by Kendra Bean I’ve been obsessed with the movies for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t until my freshman year of college that I really learned to appreciate them. The film class at Sierra College in Rocklin, California was an elective course that attracted the lazy-minded, and those wandering souls who were…

Memories of a classic cinephile.

by Ivan G. Shreve, Jr. In conversations with many of my fellow classic movie buffs, I’ve learned that their viewing preferences often originated from their early experiences watching television in their formative years. I am no exception to this—my folks used the “glass furnace” as a babysitter … something I’m sure they later regretted as…

I’m “cinemental” (or maybe just “mental”).

Have you checked out The Cinementals yet? Founded earlier this year by three of our favorite classic film bloggers/prolific Tweeters–Will McKinley, Carley Johnson, and Jill Blake–The Cinementals has quickly become a must-read site for classic movie fanatics. From their insanely in-depth, on-the-ground coverage of April’s TCM Classic Film Festival, to their numerous daily posts featuring…

The growth of a classic film fan.

by Angela Petteys My earliest movie memory isn’t of going to a movie theater, but of watching a movie at home. One night when I was about three years old, my mom and dad decided to rent a movie and order pizza for dinner and the movie they decided to rent was E.T. (1982). I…