Friday Favorites 8/8/2014

There are films I can watch again and again.  My wife, Muri, finds that a bit peculiar but I look at it this way: Don’t we listen to the same song, the same concerto, again and again, even though we know every lyric and every note by heart?  Just as we wait for the Ode to Joy as we listen to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, can’t we anticipate the moment when David and Margaret drive through the falling cherry blossoms to the tune of At Last in Pleasantville? (scene here).   Is reliving the look on the warden’s face when he realizes Andy has escaped in Shawshank Redemption (scene here) any less enjoyable than hearing again that You can check out any time you want but you can never leave from the Hotel California?