An iconic 1967 film and song, brought to you by The Graduate director Mike Nichols and folk-rock duo Simon and Garfunkel, and starring Dustin Hoffman and Anne Bancroft
Ilove this movie. I think it's time for a rewatch. As a migrant kid, my parents left me alone with my music. They had no idea what I was listening to. It was the only freedom I had.
Once again Ellen, I’m pulled in by my interest in the subject of your post (film and music) and a few minutes later I’m going down this intricately woven path in awe at how you expertly you have created a masterpiece. Thank you for that. It’s both a delight and a diversion and the best diversions are always a delight.
I didn’t have a Mr or Mrs Robinson. And oddly and coincidentally I was just talking to my friend on an evening walk about how neither of our parents banned movies. My husband it’s the same story. But we’re basically the latchkey generation so maybe not. Anyways all of us (my friend, my husband and I and no this is not the name of a new HBO melodrama) have mad love and interest in all kinds of films and an openness to things. My friend and I also learned how to self-censor films when we saw a few that freaked us out. This is how you learn!
Thanks so much, Beth! Appreciate your kind words as there's so much more I wanted to say. Because how do you stop when you're talking about the creation of something magic by these amazing people being brought together not knowing what they're about to create. I do think there are forces working to bring these things about. Like Paul talking about things just coming to him, and he can't even articulate it, he just knows it means something.
Very interesting comments about your relationship to films. I'm a different generation but my mom was remarkably permissive because she had two pre-schoolers on her hands, but she also took me to R movies as a teen. I know what you mean about learning to self-censor because I did that too. But also about developing this intimate relationship with movies, which I think we are lucky to have. They are other worlds we get to inhabit when we choose.
3. In 1977, when I was fifteen, I was in a punk band called The Acidix, with three school-friends, we rehearsed in one band-member’s parents’ garage, we gave him a copy of The Clash’s “White Riot” to help him learn it for a rehearsal… his parents banned all of us (the other three) from ever coming to their house again (including the garage) and banned their son from having any contact with any of us ever again… he went on to became a maritime lawyer… say no more!
Great story. There but for the grace of god goest thou -- into maritime law. I hope The Acidix went ahead anyway and you found a suitable replacement for him and the garage!
And btw, it's a badge of honor to be banned by your friend's parents!!!
Ilove this movie. I think it's time for a rewatch. As a migrant kid, my parents left me alone with my music. They had no idea what I was listening to. It was the only freedom I had.
I think it's one of those movies where there's a great story, but there's a lot beneath the surface going on as well.
I hear you, as music was an escape for me as well. Probably for a lot of us. I'm glad you and I both had that.
If it were not for music...
Once again Ellen, I’m pulled in by my interest in the subject of your post (film and music) and a few minutes later I’m going down this intricately woven path in awe at how you expertly you have created a masterpiece. Thank you for that. It’s both a delight and a diversion and the best diversions are always a delight.
I didn’t have a Mr or Mrs Robinson. And oddly and coincidentally I was just talking to my friend on an evening walk about how neither of our parents banned movies. My husband it’s the same story. But we’re basically the latchkey generation so maybe not. Anyways all of us (my friend, my husband and I and no this is not the name of a new HBO melodrama) have mad love and interest in all kinds of films and an openness to things. My friend and I also learned how to self-censor films when we saw a few that freaked us out. This is how you learn!
Thanks so much, Beth! Appreciate your kind words as there's so much more I wanted to say. Because how do you stop when you're talking about the creation of something magic by these amazing people being brought together not knowing what they're about to create. I do think there are forces working to bring these things about. Like Paul talking about things just coming to him, and he can't even articulate it, he just knows it means something.
Very interesting comments about your relationship to films. I'm a different generation but my mom was remarkably permissive because she had two pre-schoolers on her hands, but she also took me to R movies as a teen. I know what you mean about learning to self-censor because I did that too. But also about developing this intimate relationship with movies, which I think we are lucky to have. They are other worlds we get to inhabit when we choose.
Great read!
3. In 1977, when I was fifteen, I was in a punk band called The Acidix, with three school-friends, we rehearsed in one band-member’s parents’ garage, we gave him a copy of The Clash’s “White Riot” to help him learn it for a rehearsal… his parents banned all of us (the other three) from ever coming to their house again (including the garage) and banned their son from having any contact with any of us ever again… he went on to became a maritime lawyer… say no more!
5. Mrs Robinson.
Great story. There but for the grace of god goest thou -- into maritime law. I hope The Acidix went ahead anyway and you found a suitable replacement for him and the garage!
And btw, it's a badge of honor to be banned by your friend's parents!!!
We went ahead, The Clash inspired one of our songs “Pogo On A Nazi” 😂
5. I meant “The Graduate”