The 100 films that left their mark: Manhattan

Monday, October 10, 2011

Manhattan - Day 27

This morning I went out for a long walk before the Indian Summer heat blanketed the city. I started down ninth through Chelsea, then when ninth ended, I continued down the length of Hudson through the Village, then into Tribeca and ending of course in the financial district and the site of the new Freedom tower. As I walked down through lower Manhattan with its' cobblestone streets and trendy shops and restaurants, I tried to imagine what it all must have looked like ten years ago coated in a layer of ash and dust. Hard to imagine.

The 100 films . . .

In this blog I'll be writing about the 100 films that shaped, in some way large or small, who I am today. They won't be presented in any particular order and not all of them will make this list because they are great or even particularly good films. Perhaps some will be represented for a tiny, seemingly insignificant scene or line – something that I carry with me each day, while others will be here because I can slip into them like a well worn sweatshirt that you slide on when you're feeling down. Some will be works of art that continue to challenge, enlighten, or amaze me while others will be included simply because they continue to entertain me viewing after viewing. To others, some of films that will appear here might be considered great while others . . . well . . . might not be considered worth considering. Anyway, here it goes. Hang on my friends, the new year is here and I am off and running.