Sunday Night Traditions (and A Review of Citizen Kane)
I like traditions. My husband doesn’t care about them as much, but he goes along with them for my sake. A while back, I decided to institute a Sunday night tradition: breakfast for dinner. The last two weeks we’ve added another item to our Sunday nights: movies.
We love our Netflix membership and have been pretty good about using it enough to get our money’s worth. Even so, part of the impetus for Sunday Night Movie Night is to make certain we are doing just that.
This past week was my pick: Citizen Kane. I grew up watching all the old classics from the golden age of Hollywood, but somehow had never seen this perennial #1 classic.
It was brilliantly filmed and well-acted and I’m glad I’ve seen it, but I’m somewhere in the middle on how much I personally enjoyed it. The story is tragic, and I had already seen the famous ending scene that gives away the answer to the mystery of Rosebud. If I’d had the benefit of suspense, I think I would have liked it better.
Now I want to read up on its cultural significance at its release especially in regards to William Randolph Hearst. Personally I enjoyed its top of the list competitors a lot more: Casablanca, The Godfather, Gone With the Wind, and Lawrence of Arabia.