Growing up a child of the 80s, Roger Moore was forever my favorite Bond. As I got older, I came to appreciate the earlier films and Sean Connery. But Roger was still a bad ass, as made abundantly clear above. For no real discernible reason, he also always reminded me of Dad. Maybe because my Dad dressed up in a pretty slick suit everyday.
I have very fond memories of The Big Chill. Not really the movie itself, but my memories are actually of my parents’ love for the movie. They loved it. Their friends loved it. Their brothers and sisters loved it. There seemed to be something unifying about the movie for their generation and I somehow took great pleasure in seeing all these older people get excited about something. I was 8 or 9 years old. It felt like a big deal. Maybe it wasn’t, but it sure seemed like it to a young kid looking up. And the soundtrack – even I loved the soundtrack.
It came out in 1983, the year my parents were the age I am today. They seemed substantially more mature at age 34 than I am at 34, but that is the subject of a different blog post. But I have to ask the question… Where is the Big Chill for my generation? Don’t offer up Old School, Wedding Crashers, The Hangover or any of those as stand-ins. They are not. I am left thinking… Perhaps my generation doesn’t deserve a Big Chill the way my parents’ generation did. What have we really suffered through? What have we changed? How have we changed? What can we all agree upon anyways? Are we getting what we deserve? No-brainer remakes of The A-Team, Red Dawn, Clash of the Titans, GI Joe, blah, blah, and blah.? I guess so.
Maybe I will ask the big boss’ wife. She wrote the film.