Since I was a kid, and up to today, I have a few movies on reserve that I use to fall asleep to. I call them “Sleepy Time” VHS’s. A Sleepy Time VHS doesn’t have to be necessarily comforting by design, it’s just something that’s comforting to you. There’s something about the hum of the tape inside the VCR, combined with the familiarity of the musical cues and the dialogue that helps you sleep. It’s like falling asleep to an old friend who’s telling you a story you’ve heard a million times, and never get tired of.
We all have our favorites. These are some of mine.
A phone rings and you answer it, expecting a call. A wrong number. The person on the other line, you think, is pulling your leg. The end of the world, they say. The nukes are coming and it’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when—only a few hours and the world as we know it will end. What do you do? Do you say anything? Is the ensuing panic justified, as the death rattle of civilization, or is it a lot to do about nothing… innocent lives being lost in a senseless riot?
This is the reality of the criminally underseen 1988 film, Miracle Mile, a masterpiece that is receiving newly-found cult appreciation.
Los Angeles is where the movies are made. Well, not all of them, but a hell of a lot of them, and if you want to pursue your dream of making them, LA is the best place to start. The movies that feature this city, though, never do it justice (or are filmed in Canada) and mostly showcase a watered-down version of the place that looks idealistic, clean and like a cloned version of Anywhere, USA.
These are the movies that, to me, show the real deal.