Having been housebound for the past ten days or so with what might have been swine flu, I have realised that older films are infinitely better made than the modern ones, all the special effects and such notwithstanding. I watched one made in the 1950s last week, set during the Korean War with Robert Mitchum and a very young Robert Wagner. Very basic sets, but very good camera work. Then I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s, which I already knew, enjoying the fashions, the cat and of course Moon River all over again. Today’s was A Lonely Place with Humphrey Bogart. A film noir, with a very good story line and some sharp dialogue and no happy ending.
I did not watch the remake of Brideshead Revisited last night. What’s the point when I remember perfectly the original ITV production? I have no intention of watching the Coen brothers’ remake of True Grit. Again I just don’t see the point, and I like John Wayne movies.
Is this a sign of old age? Or perhaps it’s a sign of improving taste and discrimination.