The movie-related blogosphere is all abuzz this week over the 15th anniversary of our dear TCM. But I want to buck the trend and talk about my first love: the old AMC . . . American Movie Classics.
Back in my high school days, I'd often whip out my dreaded literature homework, park my butt in front of the TV and switch on AMC. Deep down inside, I think I was attempting to channel Cary Grant to help me with an impossible reading assignment. It never worked.
I even subscribed to their monthly programming magazine, whatever the name of it was.
Back then, AMC played movies without commercials. Boy, what a concept. That got lost somewhere along the line.
And then there was Bob Dorian. I guess he was what you would consider the "Robert Osborne" of AMC. There was another older fellow which I can't remember his name. Whatever happened to Bob? Oh, and Nick Clooney - I think he was a host on the network as well. Nowadays, I just think of him as George's dad.
Yeah, these days I guess AMC is good for one thing: Mad Men. I've never watched the show myself, but half the free world has told me I need to.