What Got This Director Here?: Butch Cassidy and The Sting.
My Favorite Past Experience Was…: N/A.
What Did I Watch: Thoroughly Modern Millie, because I hate myself.
Where Does He Fit: Thoroughly Modern Millie was watched for this project shortly after the death of Mary Tyler Moore. A fitting homage, I suppose, but the movie is legitimately abhorrent, a desperate attempt to charm audiences for two and a half hours with exactly one good moment in the form of the elevator that requires tap dancing to be operated. Everything else is just so much sound and fury, with Carol Channing giving one of the most bizarrely Oscar nominated performances and still coming out better than George Roy Hill and whoever wrote the book for this, which is among the most egregiously racist things I’ve ever seen and lacks any and all wit. (Also, whoever decided this needed to be adapted for Broadway was insane.)
Most Valuable Asset: Uh…
Most Excited For: Butch Cassidy.
Did They Deserve a Spot?: No.
Coming Up Next: Leni Riefenstahl, the only Nazi with a positive reputation.