A Mission From God
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.
They say confession is good for the soul.
Last Friday I received my latest shipment from Netflix. It was a movie I'd been very much looking forward to. I knew it was a guilty pleasure. It was a movie I've seen several times on TV in recent years but it's been a long time since I last saw it in its original form.
The Blues Brothers.
I absolutely love this movie.
It's not for everyone - car chases strung together with musical interludes - but I love this movie. The Blues Brothers isn't great cinema... it just is what it is. But seeing it again unexpurgated was a delight. I think it's worth a watch just for the automobile choreography and stunts. John Landis must have shut Chicago down for weeks to film. I can't imagine they could make this movie today.
Of course, the real reason to watch this movie is the music. Aretha Franklin, John Lee Hooker, Ray Charles, James Brown... it's all still fresh.
Hit it.
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Been a while since I've seen it. Guess it's time to put it in the TiVo.
An old family favorite. Despite the R rating (can you believe that?) based on the language. It turned my son into the music nut he is today (though I note that he's always used foul language *very* sparingly).
Elwood: I bet these cops got SCMODS.
Jake: SCMODS?
Elwood: State County Municipal Offender Data System.