It was “awe-shum!”
National treasure Amy Poehler gave us one of the great TV cartoons of all time (of all time!), delivering sweet-natured hilarity for 40 pretty impeccable episodes.
Following Bessie Higgenbottom, a nine-and-three-quarters-year-old Honeybee scout constantly on the point of hyperventilating, it was inventive and just plain joyful.
From reeling off 445 reasons she should be allowed to have a dog, to careening around San Francisco in mad pursuit of the baby who dared to make a run for it while under her watch, her adventures were as big as her (madly-pounding) heart.
She won’t be forgotten anytime soon.
The regret is real.
“I instantly realized that everything in my life that I’d thought was unfixable was totally fixable — except for having just jumped,” said one of the few to survive a suicidal plunge from the Golden Gate Bridge.
This doc, which dances between being horrifying and respectful, is not an easy watch.
But hope survives, and is celebrated.
Several jumps are prevented on camera, and one man, now paralyzed, recounts a miraculous story.
A black seal swimming in the choppy waters unexpectedly came to his aid, a sign of grace from God in the eyes of the man.
Some things never grow old.
Transporting the spirit of ’30s films like Bringing Up Baby into the freewheeling ’70s, director Peter Bogdanovich scored a hit with this comedic romp through the streets of San Francisco.
Ryan O’Neal takes on the perpetually-befuddled role handled so nimbly in the past by Cary Grant, and acquits himself nicely, while Barbra Streisand is an eyebrow-arching force of nature.
The one-liners zing, the pratfalls are well-timed, the supporting cast is rich with scene stealers such as Madeline Kahn, and the result is a fizzy delight.
Come for the tribute, stay for the non-stop laughs.
Talk about a turnaround.
This Alfred Hitchcock-helmed psychological thriller was misunderstood and ignored in its prime, yet has gone on to be hailed as one of the best American films ever made.
While it may have taken people time to pierce all the layers in a often very-complex tale of obsession and murder, the work was worth it.
Jimmy Stewart, playing somewhat against type, gets downright squirrely at times as a former cop who falls in love with a dead woman, and tries to shape her doppelganger into the original woman with tragic results.
Miss this one at your peril.
Speak softly and carry a big gun.
Clint Eastwood hefted a .44 Magnum while issuing a flinty “You’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?”
Playing San Francisco cop Harry Callahan, he launched a film series, while causing half the world to dither about the film’s supposed “dangerous, fascist” views.
Which, when your hero throws his badge away at the end of the film after exacting violent retribution, makes sense.
Love it, hate it (I’m in the former crowd), you have to admit one thing — 50 years has not dulled Eastwood’s, or this film’s, snarl.