The Last Netflix Show May 2019
Everything comes to an end, Betamax lost out in the battle to Video which became subsumed by DVD which is becoming slowly taken over by boxed sets stored on TV hard drives.
( Believe it or not I have just discovered the last Blockbuster video store exists in Bend Oregon and is still going strong)
I’m old enough to remember the 78 record the crackle and hiss of plastic discs which eventually gave birth to the 45 in tandem with the 33 LP ( for those too young to remember plastic discs the number refers to the RPM, revolutions per minute, that your chosen disc would play at, was when placed on your turntable )
There are strong parallels between film and music here. I don’t watch much television probably a couple of hours a month, preferring to listen to music or play and sing it at Acoustic nights.
There is a great joy and release in singing and playing, for myself and some of the people I play music with its the simple pleasure in the singing of the song but equally important is the community of singing and the discovery of new singers as they haul out their battered instruments and sing.
On many occasions I’m at a music night and the most unlikely of singers turn up and play and quite often are stunning and we all look at each other and say where have they been all these years.
I recall seeing Steve Cartwright the well known folk musician from Leicester at Wymeswold acoustic night some 18 months or two years ago. His songs were entrancing, fluid and resonant, he sounded as though he had been writing for centuries and was still looking for that elusive song. His dark dark song “Its Very Nice” is my favourite. Last nigh at the Guildhall Leicester he was in fine form.
I listen to his music on CD and in the car but nothing can beat the sheer joy of listening live to Steve and many others who make the live music scene in the East Midlands so joyous. It’s sounds good on CD\record but to me listening live with other people is the killer.
And so, for me so it is with film. I personally don’t think you can beat going to a cinema and seeing a film in the company of others and enjoying/hating the film with them and then afterwards in the bar or coffee shop dissecting the whole thing, the bits you liked hated and so on. For me its not the same as watching it in the quiet of your own living room.
Eventually Netflix will give way to some other format that you can watch films on, but it made me think that it would be incredibly ironic if the last film ever showed on Netflix before it closed was the wonderfully sad and elegiac Peter Bogdanovich film The Last Picture Show.
This is a synopsis for you
Set in a small town in north Texas from November 1951 to October 1952, it is about the coming of age of Sonny Crawford (Timothy Bottoms) and his friend Duane Jackson (Jeff Bridges). The cast also includes Cybill Shepherd in her film debut, Ellen Burstyn, Ben Johnson, and Cloris Leachman, and features Eileen Brennan, Clu Gulager, and Randy Quaid. For aesthetic reasons, it was shot in black and white, which was unusual for the time. The film features many songs of Hank Williams Sr. and other recording artists.