I rented “Out of Africa” about a week before I actually watched it.
“Do you know how long that is?” Rockford asked. I am not a fan of lengthy cinema. “It’s like 3 hours long.”
“Have you seen it?”
“Yes,” he said. “A long time ago. It’s … kind of boring.”
I think he must’ve watched it back when he considered “Red Heat” high cinema. Rockford almost always has an opinion about movies, but it’s rarely just that it was “boring.” That one tends to have its sole provenance in my critique wheel box.
“Out of Africa” is a languid movie, by which I don’t necessarily mean boring, really, just that it’s an excellent film for watching while you convalesce on your couch while an early-spring breeze gently stirs your curtains.
A few things thoughts I had while watching “Out of Africa”:
I probably wouldn’t watch it again, but I didn’t hate watching “Out of Africa.” (Is that a ringing endorsement or what?)
I think I saw that movie, or at least part of it, a thousand years ago. Maybe I will re-watch it. Also, I recently watch The English Patient. I swear I have seen that movie a million times but not recently. Had no idea that Naveen Andrews from Lost was Kip in The English Patient until I rewatched it. Love it.
My parents, in their infinite wisdom, took my younger sisters and me to see that movie when I was about nine years old. I thought it sucked at the time, as I’m sure any child that age would.