People are stupid. Nowhere is it more apparent than in Fritz Lang’s Metropolis. Pitchforks in hand, children left in the hands of a caregiver other than their own and, as expected, collectively placing the blame on someone other than themselves when the chaos they’ve concocted collapses around them. While I don’t much care for kids there’s no denying their innocence, although for those kids that take on the same traits as their parents, fuck you for you’re ignorance as well. There’s much more to the story of Metropolis but the ending was so lavishly chaotic that it stayed imprinted in my mind and when time came to put pen to paper it felt like the only satisfactory way to start.

For the past 3 years The El Paso Plaza Theater has been host to it’s Classic Film Festival which is a great way to catch up on some of those films you’ve heard so much about yet never put forth the effort to actually sit down and watch. While my girlfriend Kelly takes me to these showings kicking and screaming, when I’m there, I’m fucking full on there. Well depending on the movie of course. The great thing is she knows her classic movies better than I do and she’s also the only one who can break me out of my anti-social fits. Last night I couldn’t have been more thankful.

We started the day at 1:00pm with a little movie you may have heard of called Citizen Kane. “Greatest movie of all time?” We were about to find out but I won’t discuss that here, maybe at a later time. The second the globe dropped and the words “Rosebud” came out of Charles Foster Kane’s mouth I immediately flashed back to the Family Guy episode referencing this exact scene. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, don’t worry, it’s not important, it simply helped me understand the purpose of the reference and quite possibly the story. Just a lil’ bit. Also I have some mad A.D.D.

The thing I like about watching movies at The Plaza is the quick introduction and history you’re given at the beginning of each film. It’s great for familiarizing yourself with what you’re about to watch but it’s also the best way to hear about other films you may have otherwise overlooked. Metropolis happened to be that film. Combine that with Kel’s persistence in assuming my enjoyment of said film and you’ve got yourself a winner. See, Metropolis is an old school silent movie from German director Fritz Lang, that just so happens to be re-scored by a live orchestra trio named The Alloy Orchestra. The film has been truncated numerous times and it’s history reads like the common douche bag mentality of “mine is bigger than yours.” While I personally think the film would benefit from proper editing as it’s mostly two and a half hours of non-sense, I absolutely loved it, albeit it more from a meta level than the actual source material. I immediately connected with it as the music sent me back to when I was fully immersed in a game called Parasite Eve. The score has the same discordant textures yet flips back and forth between simple congruous harmonies with such fluidity it’s borderline lethargic. I’ll simply chalk that up to the editing though. There’s probably a reason for the truncated version fellas. Fritz Lang, Hideo Kojima you are not. As I said I’m thankful Kel brought me out for it and while I couldn’t break from my habits to go down for the meet up with guys in the Alloy Orchestra, I still applaud her for trying.

Next up is Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Oh FYI and FTW, the mezzanine is the only way to watch movies at The Plaza. Bust it.