To me, great films, the ones I admire, are in my head. Aside from seeing them in a first class theater, my old VHS copies were quite satisfactory-- rather like looking at the sketch of a great painting. Laserdiscs were certainly an improvement, but DVD's not so much. Blue Ray might be satisfying, if they would stay with with the process for perhaps a decade, but commerce of the last thirty years will not allow that, requires an increasingly mad gush of profits for a few benefits to trickle down to the viewers. The next gimmick will be to connect all computers to TV's, then, later, bit torrent everything. After that . . . WiFi. It's all really, adding a couple of bells and whistles, so that consumers throw out a small fortune in equipment and picture delivery devices in order to trigger that profit surge.
I can no longer afford the expense.
I am reminded of an item in the news this morning that GM has suddenly discovered that they can produce a hybrid car which gives over 200 miles to the gallon. Too bad that it took the threat of bankruptcy to stop them from further robbing millions of Americans. Once, in the 1940's, a fellow took me for a ride in a 1908 Locomobile, modified and stripped down for mass productin, powered by a small steam engine supported by a an equally small white gas burner. Completely silent, marvelously responsive, and cheap to run. I later learned that a consideration for not developing the concept further in the first quarter of the 20th Century was that the Daimler-Benz engines of the previous century, using more gasoline and oil, were therefore more profitable. And so the well-named Locomobile remains a silent, effortless dream of freedom insanely locked in my memory.
[But now I am beginning to sound like George Minafer!]
As I say, a great movie is in the head and the heart. When it becomes a museum display, it's dead.
You are very canny, Sir Bygber. I was hoping Todd Baesen would be able to attend a luncheon that Alfred Willmore gave Mr. French and me on Saturday, but, according to Mr. French, Toddy sent his regrets. He can be very shy. My thought is that, as the fellow in the JFK investigation said, you may have the right "A-ha" but the wrong "Ho-ho!"