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Sunshine Blogger Award Nomination


I recently had the distinct pleasure of being nominated for a Sunshine Blogger Award by blogging pal Gill at Realweegiemidget Reviews. This made my month!


So, the way it works is I answer the following eleven questions asked of me, then nominate somewhere between five and eleven bloggers for the award while providing them with a new set of eleven questions to answer. Here goes nothing!

Your perfect romantic movie stars you opposite which actor/actress as your love interest?

Do I really need to spell this one out for you? If you've been paying attention, you know the answer: Michelle Pfreaking Pfeiffer.


Image courtesy of GorgeousPfeiffer.com

What movie always makes you cry?

Frankie and Johnny. Are you sensing a theme?

What film do you think didn’t need a sequel?

I think a sequel should have worked, but I'll choose The Matrix because in my opinion the sequels really only diluted the impact of the excellent first film.

Whats your favourite film or TV reboot ?

Reboots are often disappointing, but I'll pick the truly, outrageously excellent Mad Max: Fury Road, which I believe qualifies as a reboot?

Who’s your favourite film or TV villain?

I know how predictable this is, but Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman, from Batman Returns. Although I tend to see her more as an anti-hero than villain, but I tend to see things in subtler shades of gray anyway.


Who was your first love in the movies?

Had to be the late, great Margot Kidder playing Lois Lane in Superman and Superman II. She's the original childhood crush that will never die.




What film could you watch over and over again?

There are several films that I cherish to such a degree that I'd watch them on repeat for the rest of my life. The one at the top of that list is my answer to the first question, Frankie and Johnny, so I'll go with another: Speed.


Whats your favourite (and most disliked) autobiography (book)?

For autobiography, it's The Autobiography of Malcolm X, which blew my mind and then forever altered its landscape when I was a teenager. And while you don't ask for a memoir, I'll give that favorite too: Patti Smith's Just Kids. One of most memorable reading experiences of my life.

I tend to read autobios for people I'm already inclined to like, so I can't think of one I've actively disliked enough to mention.


Whats your favourite (and most disliked) biopic?

Honestly, the biopic has become one of my least favorite film genres, likely because the market's been flooded with them over the last ten to twenty years. They're often boringly formulaic and I'd rather watch most anything else at this point. That said, I love too many to count, many of them older. My pick has to be Sidney Lumet's Serpico. Al Pacino and that movie were so integral to my transformation into a full-blown cinephile.

Most disliked? Hard to choose, but let's go with The Wolf of Wall Street. Besides Margot Robbie (who was brilliant), I couldn't stand the rest of it.

If you could interview anyone for your blog, who would it be? What would you ask them first?

The Queen, of course. And I'd ask her about her art (she paints), or something else similarly off topic from her work and career. Then of course I'd segue into the rest. Then I'd die from happiness.



Who or what is your dream blogathon subject?

Okay, this is getting repetitive so I won't answer Michelle Pfeiffer again. Instead, how about Michael Keaton. I'd love to go in-depth about his work in films like Night Shift, Clean and Sober, The Paper, Batman, Mr. Mom, Jackie Brown, Birdman, and so many more. And I will, at some point.

My list of nominated bloggers:
House of Self-Indulgence

Maddy Loves Her Classic Films

Poseidon's Underworld

And I know Gill's already been nominated, but I love her blog so I'm including her in the list:

Realweegiemidget Reviews

My questions for these fine folks:

1. If you had to choose between these three Marilyn Monroe movies, which would you pick: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, The Seven Year Itch, or Some Like It Hot?

2. What decade is your favorite for film?

3. Who is your desert island musical artist?

4. What is the last movie you watched, and how'd you like it?

5. If you could only watch one actor or actress for the rest of your life, who do you choose?

6. What is your favorite cinematic adaptation of a book?

7. If you were in a horror film, would you die in the first act or survive to the end?

8. What film genre is your favorite?

9. Would you choose When Harry Met Sally or Moonstruck in a battle of great romantic comedies?

10. Who is your favorite director?

11. What is your favorite Michelle Pfeiffer film? Sorry, but you knew I had to ask!


That was fun. Thanks again for the nomination, Gill!

Comments

  1. Thanks for the nomination and love your answers. As you say Michael Keaton definitely deserved a blogathon (put me down for the Batman with Jack Nicholson). Adored your answers and lovely to see some familiar names in your great list of bloggers. And thanks for the nomination!

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    1. Thank YOU for the nomination, my friend! Answering your questions was so much fun!

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  2. This is pfabulous. Congratulations on the award and thanks for the nomination. I'm really happy to see you and Gill, two of my favourite bloggers, recognizing each other's work.
    Now for questions you posed:

    1. If you had to choose between these three Marilyn Monroe movies, which would you pick: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, The Seven Year Itch, or Some Like It Hot?
    I'll go for Some Like it Hot, you can't beat Billy Wilder.

    2. What decade is your favorite for film?
    The 1970s, for Badlands, Big Wednesday, Days of Heaven, Two-Lane Blacktop...

    3. Who is your desert island musical artist?
    The collection of artists known simply as The Band.

    4. What is the last movie you watched, and how'd you like it?
    I caught Cactus Flower on tv last weekend. Loved it.

    5. If you could only watch one actor or actress for the rest of your life, who do you choose?
    90's vintage Meg Ryan or any vintage Michelle Pfeiffer. Do I have to choose one?

    6. What is your favorite cinematic adaptation of a book?
    To Kill Mockingbird.

    7. If you were in a horror film, would you die in the first act or survive to the end?
    I would definitely die in the first act.

    8. What film genre is your favorite?
    Do road movies count as a genre.

    9. Would you choose When Harry Met Sally or Moonstruck in a battle of great romantic comedies?
    When Harry Met Sally...

    10. Who is your favorite director?
    Howard Hawks.

    11. What is your favorite Michelle Pfeiffer film? Sorry, but you knew I had to ask!
    The Fabulous Baker Boys.

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    1. Isn't the internet a funny place? Who would've thought Gill and I would connect after you had already connected with us both. Was it you who introduced us? I honestly can't remember, life moves too darn fast. I love your answers, thank you for participating! And to answer your question to #5: Nope, you do not have to choose one!

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