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Glitter .   This movie has torn at me for days now, since I watched it.   You’ll be reading this long after I write it, so I’ve probably gotten over it by now.   Who knows, though?   Glitter is, perhaps, one of the worst movies I’ve ever had the displeasure to watch, and I’ve seen a lot of movies that people consider bad, terrible, or unwatchable.   So I’ve had my fair share of movies that you would think I would despise.   But this one hit a note (no musical pun intended) that hurts oh so badly. I’m not going to spend this whole time griping and complaining about Glitter , however.   I want to use Glitter as an extreme example of why some musicals fall flat when brought to the big screen, or when written as a movie.   Now, I don’t have all of the evidence to back up any of the claims that I will be making throughout this post, so if you disagree with anything that I write, that’s okay.   This is just my opinion.   It will differ from yours, especially if you are a diehard

Last week on Work Stories, I wrote about that time when I saw the guy dressed as a dirty Michael Myers.   It was something that I found funny at the time, and still find funny now.   It brings chuckles to me whenever I think about it.   It was a funny experience.   Anyway, that’s behind us.   Now it’s time for me to move onto another story. This story takes us back to the time when I used to work at a hotel.   Technically, you could consider this to not be a work story, since it didn’t happen at work.   It actually happened when I was headed home.   I’m going to count it as a work story though, because if it wasn’t for me going home from work, it never would have happened.   Work had as much to do with this as me being in the right place at the right time.   So it’s a work story.   Deal with it. When I worked at the hotel, I did not have a license that would allow me to drive on my own.   I needed a different way to get to work then.   I had a bike, so I rode my bike twent

There are two Hitchcock films that I have seen which are not included in the collection of which I am writing about.   I have differing opinions on them that could easily change upon rewatch.   The first of the two is Dial M For Murder which I quite like.   It has a rather confined setting that keeps the tension compact.   This type of suspense can be just as meaningful as using different landscapes.   There are different ways to use different spaces to achieve a similar goal.   The other movie is Strangers on a Train.   This is a Hitchcock movie that really does not do a whole lot for me.   I appreciate what it is trying, and I like it, but the climax loses me.   I could like it more on a rewatch.   Who knows?   It could happen. All other Hitchcock movies that I have seen are included in the Alfred Hitchcock Masterpiece Collection.   The first that I saw was Psycho.   This was a great introduction to the man as it played into my liking of the horror genre, while also allo

As you could probably tell, I am a person who enjoys his movies.   I’ve enjoyed them since I was a child, having grown up watching movies all the time.   It led to my wanting to own movies I like, and even movies that I dislike.   I just like to own movies for the sole reason of saying I own them.   It makes me feel good to have a growing movie collection.   When both of these interests come together, it brings me joy beyond almost no other. Christmas morning brought both of those together for me.   One of my few gifts was the Hitchcock Masterpiece Collection, filled with movies I like and hoped that I’d like.   I’ve been a fan of Hitchcock since I first saw Psycho so many years ago.   This seemed like the perfect Christmas wish list idea for me.   I get to own fifteen different Alfred Hitchcock movies on blu-ray?   Yes please.   I would love to own those on blu-ray.   Now I do.   And I feel good. Since Christmas, I have been going through this set, seeing great movies tha