I like "slice of life" movies (and stories); ones that take ordinary people in ordinary events, and draw out the things that make them interesting. That is why one of my favorite movies is Tender Mercies, with Robert Duvall and Tess Harper. It is one reason why I find Wendell Berry to be one of my favorite story-tellers.
I also like "make you think" stories (and movies); ones that take realities, or possibilities, or orthodoxies, and stand them on their head. That is why I like Charles Williams, G. K. Chesterton, and Stanley Kubrick. It is one reason why I like George C. Scott and Joanne Woodward in They Might Be Giants, which I consider to be the best Sherlock Holmes film ever made. (I know; that's just me.)
Ray Bradbury, who died this week, was a "make you think" sort of guy. Just this past year, I found myself buying and reading a fresh copy of his Martian Chronicles, after I had just bought and read his Zen In The Art Of Writing. Made me think, all right.
I guess I first ran into him in Fahrenheit 451, the famous novel (and movie). It was about book-burning, but it was about something more -- the attempted destruction of the human imagination. Bradbury was certainly interesting in that regard; always a human, always imagining things about other human imaginations.
I imagine that he is not really gone.
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Gary North has an interesting article about Ray. Let him give you his own take, here.
There is a most interesting interview with Ray Bradbury in The Paris Review, with tremendous encouragement to anyone who wants to write. Here is the link.