I used to obsess with James Dean from afar (slightly ironic seeing as I had never seen a film starring him). Yesterday, I checked out East of Eden from the Rochester Public Library (aptly acronymed RPL) and watched it twice (cried both times, because I'm quite the mess during films). Hello, James Dean. Good-bye, heart.
Of course, the RPL only stocked the re-colored version of the movie. "Restored" black and white films are a little pet peeve of mine, when producers try to appeal to youthful audiences whose rods and cones somehow can't seem to stomach 110 minutes without color (something I thought was misguided until I spoke with my sisters, my connection to the pop culture world, who prefer this format).
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