I can't read your mind or anything, but I'm guessing you're looking for something a little different for your office, corporate or facility holiday gathering this year.
Well, look no further. I have two suggestions for you, and they both just happen to involve, ahem, me.
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It's been quite a week around Movie Memories headquarters. How often, for instance, does one pass a milestone and a kidney stone in the same day?
Let's get the kidney stone out of the way first. OK, it wasn't quite as huge as the photo you see, but it sure felt like it. When did it happen, you ask? Well, remember the other day when:
your cat jumped straight up and all its hair was standing on end,
when the dog's ears suddenly shot up and he began howling,
when you felt the Earth move a little bit under you,
when all the car alarms in the neighborhood were going off?
That was when.
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Be grumpy and/or glum about politics, the tragedies on the local newscasts almost every night and things going wrong at work or around the house if you want.
I, on the other hand, am in the mood to celebrate.
Recently back from my Movie Memories with Larry Ratliff swing through the Chicago area, I'm savoring the fact that I was lucky enough to meet scores of very nice people, make some new friends and enjoy the best chicken salad sandwich of my life.
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If you like movies and fun, this is a semi-rare opportunity not to be missed.
So many of my Movie Memories with Larry Ratliff presentation events are private affairs.
Not this time, though.
I'll never think of Chicago and its metro area as The Windy City, Second City or Chi-Town again.
From now on, Chicago is where Movie Memories with Larry Ratliff goes national.
I was humbled to be asked by Bridgette Walshe, executive director of HarborChase of the Park Cities, to present my "Life Lessons I've Learned at the Movies" Movie Memories presentation Tuesday afternoon at the historic Highland Park Village Theater in the trendy Park Cities area of Dallas near the George W. Bush Presidential Center and Southern Methodist University.
It's always a little special when I speak about the magic of the movies and my adventures interviewing internationally famous movie stars like Tom Hanks and Shirley MacLaine (just to namedrop a couple) and see the presentation spring to life on a huge movie theater screen.
I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. -- Forrest Gump (Tom Hanks)
Looking for treasures? You might try the garage.
You know, lurking in those musty boxes weakened by time and multiple relocations over two or three decades
Digging through way too many of those boxes to admit we even had over the weekend in preparation for an upcoming garage sale, we came across my birth announcement from way back in 19-something or other.
Generally speaking, horror-thrillers come and go these days without much interest from this aisle seat.
Until now.
Mother!, written and directed by Oscar-nominated Darren Aronofsky, is the exception. Simply put, Aronofsky, whose Academy Award nomination came for calling the shots and putting Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis on their toes as driven ballet dancers in Black Swan (2010), knows how to creep us out.
Dustin Hoffman, one of my favorite actors and, I might add, interview subjects, turns 80 today.
'Scuse me, Mr. Father Time, but how can that be?
There's no denying it, though. There it is in black-and-white (not to mention blue for linked words): Dustin Lee Hoffman, born in Los Angeles on Aug. 8, 1937.
True confession time:
When it comes to entertainment, the only thing I love more than movies in general are movies that make me laugh. Really laugh! Films like the Mel Brooks' masterpiece monster mash comedy Young Frankenstein (1974), Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) and the first Toy Story (1995). Movies like that.
The only thing I love more than movies that make me laugh is making people laugh through my stand-up comedy routine We Might As Well Laugh.
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I don't remember the first time I saw Casablanca, the mesmerizing romantic World War II drama classic starring Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman and Paul Henreid, but I remember the best.
It was in the mid-1970s. If you wanted to see a movie back then you pretty much had to go to a movie house. There was no Internet. No cellphones. No movies on demand on your Wi-Fi-connected TV. Social media in a time that now seems locked in a galaxy far, far away meant chatting about a movie on the way home.
I have very little interest in scampering out and back on every branch of the family tree to discover if I might be a direct descendant of royalty, a great writer from centuries past or, gasp!, rodents (the name Ratliff, you see). I'm much more interested in getting to the root of my love and appreciation for movies.
It's deep-seated, but where did it come from?
I only have to look back one generation to find out all I need to know. My mom and dad both loved movies. I can remember my dad telling the story (over and over, actually) about falling asleep in the Hico (Texas) Theater and waking up in the dark to two startling discoveries: The movie had ended some time ago and everyone was long gone and that he was locked in.
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It was early June, 2001, a full three months before terrorists attacked the U.S. and put a somber face on this country and much of the free world that has yet to relax even a little.
It was a happier time, a time when a film critic could say silly things about silly movies and even to its star. No harm would be done and everyone could have a laugh or two.
Such was the case when Angelina Jolie took on the title role as muscle flexing, tough-as-nails video game sensation Lara Croft in the feature film version of Lara Croft: Tomb Raider.
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See, this is what happens when you trust Bonnie and Clyde to hand out the Best Picture award at the Academy Awards.
The only thing I can think of that would have been more bizarre would be if Warren Beatty, looking totally confused and lost (for good reason, it turns out) had said, "We're Bonnie and Clyde. We rob ballots!"
In case you missed it, the 89th Academy Awards telecast was putt-putting along fairly smoothly Sunday night until, of all things, the all-important finale.
Do you want lies with that?
You'll get plenty -- supersized, in fact -- in the compelling Ray Kroc biopic The Founder.
Michael Keaton shines as brightly as McDonald's iconic golden arches in this blistering tale of deceit, egomania and franchised burgers.
Let's put it this way. When it comes to how McDonald's erupted into a worldwide empire from humble beginnings in California, the secrets weren't just in the sauce.
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“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
– Oscar Wilde
I had a wild dream last night; one of those where you wake up fretting and sweating a little and the tangled covers serve as evidence of much tossing and turning.
The late iconic film critic Roger Ebert was standing at the podium at some grand hall. Roger was introducing me as recipient of the Golden Globes Lifetime Achievement Award for my long list of film criticism awards and accomplishments.
OK, let's take a break. Rule No. 1: Please remember, this was a dream. No. 2: No giggling.
Bonnie Ratliff, my mother, was quiet and reserved unless wronged or riled. She was also an excellent, creative cook who could sling a mean hash and make a plain cake so special I can still taste it quite a few years after we lost her.
We never called her Mom, and I'm not sure why. That being said, Mother made too many sacrifices for me to count as my older brother and I spent our formative years in the noisy, engine-revving, windows rattling shadows of an aircraft plant in Grand Prairie, Texas.
Three major things Mother did for me, though, changed my life and greatly influenced who I am, what I am today. No, make that four. There's the whole birth thing, you know.
I got my love for the movies from my Mom and my fascination at gazing at the moon from my Dad.
Here's hoping those two wondrous worlds don't collide, literally, when the biggest, brightest supermoon since 1948 passes closer to Earth than it has in 69 years tonight (Monday, Nov. 14).
I was a toddler in my Mom's arms, no doubt, when the last supermoon this exciting came calling. I will be 87 if I'm around (and still pounding this computer keyboard) when it happens again on Nov. 25, 2034.
Will we even have computers then? Will Mother Earth still be inhabitable then? Will we all have our student loans paid off by then? Who knows?
Remember movies?
You know, the good ones.
The ones that moved you so much that you didn't just suggest to friends and family that they go see them, but the ones so good you actually gathered up a carload and took them to the movie house yourself just to see the look on their faces when something that can only be described as magical unfolded on screen.
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So what does a film critic, humorist, public speaker and author who likes to kid around a bit know about presidential politics?
Not much, really, and what I do know I prefer to keep to myself. It's not that I'm that private. I'm also not the dumbest dangling chad in the pile of discarded ballots. I'm in business here and just don't choose to alienate half of my potential speaking audience by hopping up on a personal political soapbox.
So why am I even writing this?
