I just finished watching Sin City, again. This time while I watched I flipped around the audio options. The super-duper deluxe edition has three commentary tracks. The first is Rodriguez and Miller, second is Rodriguez and at times Tarantino and Bruce Willis, third is the audience reaction from an Austin screening.

Of course, Sin City is a terrific anthology of stories and a great film. I have doubts that Rodriguez will ever do better. I feel much the same about his cohort Tarantino ever besting Kill Bill. Then again, Kill Bill did best Pulp Fiction so I’m probably wrong. That’s OK. There are some things that are nice to be wrong about.

Revisit

I have a point here somewhere. I’ve just mislaid it. I’m sure I wrote about Sin City the first time I watched it. Sure, I loved it. Everyone, loved it. The thing is, I really loved it. No matter how many times I talk about it I’m sure I’ll never be quite done enjoying it or wanting to share that enjoyment with others. Let’s hear it for the perennial digital age and the ability to share anything with everyone all at once, always. I just wasn’t done enjoying Sin City. I’m just not done enjoying a number of things.

Last week it was a second go at Thomas Tallis. Somewhere between there and here I stabbed at Yo-Yo Ma and Miss Barrymore. I’m sure down the line I’ll remind you again of something you already know about something you already loved and loved first. I just think we should do that. I think we should point out to each other as often as possible how great a thing is to us. And yes, it is about getting everyone else to agree with us that this movie is great or that book is or this music is. It isn’t just a take-it-or-leave-it proposition we have to make. We have to scream from the mountaintops our love for a thing until the echo is an agreement.

What else have we?

There’s a war. When isn’t there? I think part of the apathy is that it has become a chronic condition, to be at war. Or, to be aware of a war. We’re so inured to the idea of war that it is a simple thing to say, There’s a war going on somewhere, all the time. There’s also a baby dying and a woman being raped and a man committing suicide and on and on all the time. We have to crow about the things we love to shout down the things we could do with out.

Heilemann has been apologetic of late for posting numerous times about a movie or a movie poster or a quote from a movie director. As though Michael is only allowed to speak to one audience and must neglect the audience that is himself and the people out there that he knows have to think at least a little like he. Khaled has an entire site dedicated to reviewing comic books. It’s been moved to a ghetto because who wants to hear him rave about a comic book but the most die-hard of fan? Did you know that Joen has an entire wiki (in a language I can’t even fake pronounce) dedicated to comic books?

Of course, you don’t know about these things. We shame ourselves into shutting up about those things that make us fans. Being a fan isn’t cool. Unless you’re a fan of the new cool thing and that is soon yesterday’s news. Comic books and movies are all that can keep us sane. And 16^th century choral music. And, film productions of Sam Beckett. And, whiskers on kittens. And a host of other things that make our lives worth living or at least tolerable. I want to know more about what is great and what you know to be great. And, if it takes two posts to transmit that knowledge then do two. But if you need to spend the rest of your life writing everyday to extoll the virtues of your vice then best do that as well. Be not ashamed of your passion. Share it. Share it all.