I tend to become fascinated with a certain filmmaker or actor from time to time, triggering a tidal wave of purchases, rentals and critical consumption. Most recently, it's been Polanski. Previous infatuations have been had with Barbara Stanwyck, John Ford, Anthony Mann, Howard Hawks among many others. Sometimes, they lead to lifelong love (Guy Maddin, John Carpenter). Other times, obsessions burn brightly and then quickly diminish (Kieslowski, Lynch, Charles Bronson), though I always retain an interest in what first drew me to the individual. These periods are almost always somewhat bumpy, with uneven patches of quality, sometimes yielding only a few gems. Regardless, even the most disappointing, crap-laden burst of auteurist obsession seems to teach me more about what I value in a film than any one great movie that lacks an evident personal stamp.
Does anyone else have this experience? Who are the objects of your obsession, past and present? This is not about our Favorite Director/Actor, but those lesser, sometimes irrational love-affairs that crop up every so often.
