I did a challenge on Facebook recently. People were asked to post pictures of their 10 most influential films, in no particular order. Films that really made an impact personally, and are still on my rotation list, even if only now and then. I thought I would share some of them. I won't talk about A Star Is Born because I've done that enough.

The Seventh Veil. I saw this in grammar school. I know this because Ann Todd is a pianist and I was taking piano lessons at the time and one piece I played, by Haydn, always reminded me of this movie.
After attempting suicide Francesca, once a world-famed pianist undergoes psychotherapy, trying to figure out what drove her to that decision. It is revealed that she was sent to live with her cousin, a stern taskmaster who controlled her life, and thwarted her attempt to marry a man she thought she loved.
Mason is the cousin, cold, distant, and cruel, hiding his feelings for her. I developed a big crush on James Mason after seeing this movie I guess I always had a thing for this kind of character.

A Private Function. I really don't remember a lot about this movie, except that it was one of the funniest movies I've ever seen. It takes place in England during WWII when there is strict rationing and a couple become involved with the bacon black market.
Somehow they come into possession of a pig, which is definitely against the law but they decide to slaughter him and eat him themselves.
The vision of Maggie Smith chasing this pig around the house with an exacto-knife, the only sharp implement she had available, still makes me laugh.

The Blue Veil. This is a real tear jerker about a woman whose husband dies in the war while she is expecting their first child. Things go wrong during the delivery and the baby dies, and she herself is unable to have more children.
She finds a job as a nanny and throughout her life takes care of a succession of young children, leaving when they no longer need a nanny. When she is too old to be a nanny any more, one of her former charges meets her and arranges for many of those now adult kids to come back to honor her--and one of them has children for her to care for.
I always thought how neat it would be for there to be a gathering of a lot of foreign students who lived here back in the 1980s.
Interrupted Melody. I drove my mother nuts after seeing this movie. It's the story of Australian opera singer Marjorie Lawrence and her battle with polio, how she eventually overcomes it and returns to the stage.
The finale scene is from Gotterdammerung and she gets so emotionally involved playing the scene that she stands for the first time Very climactic.
After that movie I decided I was going to become an opera singer, tho I had no talent whatsoever, and spent evenings while doing the dishes singing scales, trying to hit high notes until my mother begged me to stop.
The Nun's Story. I don't remember if I wanted to be a nun before or only after seeing this movie, but I saw it during the period of time when I knew I wanted to go into the convent. Ultimately I wanted to be a Daughter of Charity, who were my teachers (think "Flying Nun") but after seeing this movie, I wanted to be a missionary in Africa.
Of course I hate the way she is treated, as some sort of leper, after she decides to leave the convent (and a book I read recently about someone who left the Daughters of Charity) made me glad ultimately that I made a different decision.
The Quiet Man. Is there any female who saw this movie in the 1950s who didn't love it? I felt my Irish roots tugging at me, I tried to dye my hair auburn to look like Maureen O'Hara (but it turned out more bronze-purple) and I just loved every minute of it.
Seeing it with eyes today, I see how little women are valued, how corporal punishment is encouraged and how, really, it's an awful story, but I still watch it if it comes on. It did make me love Ireland, many years before I visited it, however.
Dave. I love this movie and wish, frequently these days, that it were possible today. The president has a stroke and his handlers don't want to let the country know, so they hire a look-alike to stand in for him until he recovers. Only a very few people know what is going on (his wife eventually figures it out).
As Dave gets into the role of president, he begins to make changes in the government, cutting back expensive programs to give poor kids meals at school, calling his buddy to come in and help him balance the budget, etc.
He can't continue indefinitely, of course, but the conclusion is a good one and the president (who eventually dies without regaining consciousness) goes down in history as a good president, not the jerk he actually was. Ahhh...if only.... But where could one find a Trump look-alike!
There were a few more on the list, but that's enough for this entry. It was fun thinking about movies that affected me throughout my life--and why




Davis' own Derrick Bang, former editor of the entertainment section of the newspaper (and my first boss as a critic) took over the movie section of the paper after they had to drop the entertainment "section" for financial reasons. (I never write the phrase "Rodgers and Hammerstein" without remembering Derrick hammering into me that there is a "d" in Rodgers!)
The
Blue Veil is a movie that never made it to videotape. It was pure
1950s sentimental schlock, but I still keep trying to find a copy of it.
Jane Wyman plays a woman whose husband is killed in the war. She is pregnant
and loses the baby, and unable to have more children, hires herself out as a nanny. Over the years, she
cares for many children and finally is too old do it any more. The family
she is working for at the time gathers together all of the children
she cared for over the years and surprises her with them, all grown up now,
many married with children of their own. The end is so touching.
The
Seventh Veil was maybe the movie I remember being the most moved by in
my impressionable years. I also developed a huge crush on James Mason,
which was a step up from my previous crush on Claude Rains. Early on I
was finding myself attracted to older, cold, distant types.















The
first one that came immediately to mind was Lassie Come Home, not necessarily
because it is my favorite, but because it may have been the first dog movie I ever saw. Mr. & Mrs. Carraclough are forced to sell the family's beloved collie to the
rich duke (father of Elizabeth Taylor). Son Roddie MacDowell is desolate and Lassie
spends most of the movie finding her way home. Of course there is ultimately a happy
ending for everybody.
But
there are so many other dog movies I remember. Oddly, I know I've seen Old
Yeller, but I really don't remember it. However, if you want a tear jerker, you
can't beat Where the Red Fern Grows, the story of an Ozarks boy and his two
coonhounds, Old Dan and Little Ann. Even though the book was not written until 1961,
which means I read it as an adult, I still idenified with the kid who gets these dogs and
trains them and watching the relationship grow among all of them.
There
were other dog movies I remember that I liked. Remember Milo and Otis? It
was the story of a dog and a cat and their adventures together. I don't remember it
well, but I loved it because of the pug (I don't remember if it was Milo or Otis!).
Those animal adventures are fun, if done well. Homeward Bound, with
two dogs and a cat trecking across the country to find their owners, was well done with
major voices for the animals (Michael J. Fox was one I remember), but some of them just
get too silly, like Beverly Hills Chihuahua. I watched that one because of
Polly, but I hated it. I also remember that we had a spate of Chihuahua mixes turned
into the SPCA for a year or so after that movie came out...same as the problem people had
after everyone went out and adopted Dalmatians after 101 Dalmatians and then
discovered that they were more active than they bargained for. I can only assume
that all those surrendered Chihuahuas were like Polly and the owners who thought they
would be like Paris Hilton's dog were disappointed and frustrated and gave up.
