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An Easter-Time Movie List For All

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, March 27, 2016 04:07pm | Post a Comment
Killer bunny? From Gorleston Psalter, 14th Century.
Killer bunny? From Gorleston Psalter14th-century manuscript.

Happy Easter! Even though I grew up Jewish and had no idea what a Resurrection was, I knew I liked bunnies, chocolate, treating eggs like an art project, and finding buried treasure in foliage. I was sold on the whole Easter thing. As I matured at some point in the not too distant past, I realized that there was a whole lot more to Easter than baskets full of candy and huge hats. I learned that it was also about birth and rebirth. The symbolism of eggs, Jesus's triumphant return from the dead, and bunnies multiplying like, well, bunnies all lead us to appreciate the foundation of it all: Spring Equinox, the renewal of life on earth. I'm not sure where the chocolate fits in, but I'm not going to question a good thing.

In honor of everyone who can appreciate longer and brighter days, the rejuvenation of all life on earth, and deadly killer rabbits, I bring you this non-denominational Easter-time movie list for all...

Rebel Without A Cause

Nicholas Ray's 1955 magnum opus of teen angst is considered by most to be the first sensitive and Rebel Without A Causerealistic look at troubled, misunderstood youth. Would we have those heart-breaking scene's of Bender (Judd Nelson), Claire (Molly Ringwald), and the gang discussing their troubled home lives in The Breakfast Club without Rebel Without A Cause? I think not. The opening scene in Rebel is set in a police station on Easter night where three high school kids -- Jim Stark (James Dean), Judy (Natalie Wood), and Plato (Sal Mineo) -- meet and an unlikely friendship is born. Much drama and generation gap struggles ensue, ultimately leading to one of the character's death by the hands of the police. Rebel remains James Dean's most celebrated film. It was released a month after his death at the age of 24, thus immortalizing him as a beautiful youth forever.
 

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(In which the author recounts another November, long ago...)

Posted by Job O Brother, November 15, 2010 07:52pm | Post a Comment

Happy Thanksgiving!

At age 17, while most of my friends were either studying at high school or studying how to get high at school, I spent leisurely days brainstorming new and creative ways of annoying our local Sheriff and his deputies.

Living in a tiny Gold Rush town tucked in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains – a quaint dot on the map named Nevada City, California – with a population of less than 3,000 people and a downtown district that could be circumnavigated in a brief jog, the only trouble a teenager could get into was trouble he made himself.



Nothing's changed. Except the colors are brighter now.

I had a partner in crime – the prettiest girl in town and my best friend, Autumn. We were soul-mates, mutual muses, and best of all, we were both enrolled in the independent studies program, which meant our actual campus time was reduced to a single 20 minute session a week, leaving the rest of our schedule open for adding to our collection of abandoned lawn ornaments, inventing new kinds of candy, and devising “experiments” to test the moods and reactions of our fellow man. Some people called us practical jokers, but we fancied ourselves social anthropologists.

It was late September and very hot. Autumn and I lounged in a swimming pool, which was conveniently located in the middle of her upstairs bedroom. In a moment of brilliance fueled by heat-stroke, we constructed the pool there so we could watch TV or toast bagels while we soaked. We drank water from margarita glasses, snacked on Joy-Pops (an unpleasant tasting but texturally exciting confection we assembled from parts of Almond Joys, Pop Rocks and wasabi), listened to polka music and played Trivial Pursuit.

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HAPPY EASTER!!!

Posted by Job O Brother, April 4, 2010 10:22am | Post a Comment

The screams of children are drown out by the wailing of their mothers.

Oh geez. I’ve been sitting here – literally for minutes! – trying to think of what to blog about; meditating on current events both in my life and on this wacky planet we call Bruggafaderöllfyrwabbanonie (though “we” are a chosen few and most people prefer the moniker “Earth”), and couldn’t come up with anything special about today. I finally thought to visit my friend Wikipedia for some thrills, chills and spills in the form of their random article feature, only to suddenly remember that today is [insert cuss word here] Easter.


It’s Easter, brother! How could I not notice?

I’ll tell you how: I have no kids in my life. No one excited that an anthropomorphized rabbit might be prowling in the night, leaving artificially-colored produce is sneaky spots around our property (how kids think this is “neat” is beyond me and perhaps bespeaks to an aggravated psychological wound in our collective consciousness). My youngest nephews are all in Northern California, safely out of reach from Melrose brunches and Angelyne billboards; the closest thing to a child in my life is the kitten we just rescued. (Her name is Maybe.)


"My name is Maybe. I like chasing toy mice, eating, napping in sunbeams, and
diversifying my investment portfolio among stocks, bonds and money market securities,
so I can lower my overall investment risk."

What’s a dashingly handsome, thirtysomething, childless, city-dwelling, agnostic dude like myself to do on Easter? Volunteer to hide eggs for the homeless? (Is that even a good idea?) Leave a chocolate egg hidden under the pillow of my boyfriend? (That is not a good idea.)




The last Easter I enjoyed was April 11, 1982. I was eight. For whatever reason – the afterglow of hunting for eggs, the sugar rush of countless maltballs and marshmallows pushing my mind to precocious speculation – it occurred to me to ask my father:

“Pop? Is there really such a thing as an Easter Bunny?”

My Dad, who didn’t raise me and wasn’t confident dealing with children, looked helplessly to my older sister Jenny for help. Between the two of them, I learned the truth about said Bunny, plus, as an additional innocence-crusher, Santa Claus. I wept in my Father’s arms for about and hour, then returned to eating candy, trying to displace depression with Cadbury Crème Eggs.

Xanax for fat kids.

It’s oddly gloomy in Los Angeles today, and what with remembering the above story, I feel like my mood has been soaking in a bowl of PAAS blue tablet colored dye.

So here’s some music I like to listen to when I’m feeling melancholy. Happy Easter, I guess. Is there whiskey inside any of these plastic eggs…?













Easter Promises - Every Sin Leaves a Mark

Posted by Eric Brightwell, April 12, 2009 03:24pm | Post a Comment
Hello friends, it's Easter once again. And no one does Easter better than Amoeba. Yes friends, Amoeba is known for our selection that simply can't be beat. So after gorging yourselves on low quality milk chocolate lupine effigies to honor a pagan fertility goddess, sit back in the easy chair and let those calories do their worst whilst you enjoy some of our fine Easter fare. Do your one "hop" shopping at Amoeba this Easter, won't you?




Thanks Easter Bunny!!!!!!!! *Bwok Bwok!*



Remember, Ēostre is the reason for the season.




I used to get so excited when Cadbury eggs were available!




Ah yes, dressing up for Easter in outfits you only wear once...



     
The Easter Bunny shouldn't be so anatomically correct.




Uh oh, is the vet available on Easter?



     
The Easter Bunny has interesting style.

 


Which is cuter, a bloody Easter Bunny or a bird taking a deep breath of cigarette smoke?




   
Aussies hate bunnies, so they have the Easter Bilby.

 

This just screams Easter!
 


If you enjoyed the more bizarre Easter cards, check out this website for a truly amazing collection. Actually, even if you hated them, do it.

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Happy Easter

Posted by Whitmore, April 12, 2009 10:00am | Post a Comment
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