Why hadn’t Mr. Ed Woods been voted one of the best film makers of all times; his scenes are burned in my soul.  Yes, I know the writing was stiff, actually bad, so was the directing and acting BUT I was surprised to find things he produced ring in me still.

I watched the move Ed Wood and remembered many of his images from flipping through channels or previews because I’ve never seen a Wood movie all the way through, yet the mix of thoughts and feelings I had then came roaring back. I moved through time. Like Beethoven’s ninth, once heard always remembered, even if you don’t like classic music.  I knew the places he took me like I’d been born in them.

There are very few award winning good movies that have done this.  John remembered the segment with the two policemen, then the one scanning over gravestones, he went on and on.

Wood’s movies are brilliant pieces of art and communication. Another Ed, Edvard Munch sent messages this strongly too and no one faults him because his brush strokes aren’t smooth and orderly also no one complains that Van Gogh’s flowers don’t, “look real.”

These men are brilliant in a couple of ways. First intent; the creators were desperate, desperate to communicate. The second; they had the ability to expose the real person without being careful, or covering up to prevent the self from hurt. Maybe my definition of GOOD needs an expansion.  nancymauerman.com

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