In last week's New Yorker, David Denby concluded his appraisal of Susan Sontag's cinephilia with this startling sentence: "At the end of her life, working hard, and often ill, Susan Sontag went to the movies almost every day of the week." As Rob Zombie reveals in the current Film Comment, she was in good company:
I'm friends now with Alice Cooper, and he is the most obsessed movie person you'll ever meet. He goes to the movies every single day and sees every single movie that comes out. Everything. I'll try to find something he may have missed, but I knew there was no getting over on him after he once left a message on my machine saying, "I'm not going to be home tonight, I'm going to see Dunston Checks In." It's a sickness with him.
I'd like to think that, in her last days, Susan and Alice discovered their special bond and attended at least one screening together. Notre Musique, perhaps? Or maybe Seed of Chucky?
Apparently, one of the movies she was dragging people off to see towards the end was "Triplets Of Belleville".
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Posted by: girish | September 22, 2005 at 05:01 PM