1994, the year NBK came out, was quite an interesting year for American movies. The mainstream got better, with Forrest Gump, Clear and Present Danger, and True Lies, standing along side Pulp Fiction, Clerks, and The Last Seduction. Moviemaking seemed to be open territory to all who could, and Hollywood directors churned out well-told stories. Looking back twenty-five years later, it appears a romantic time.
Then I see David Fear's article in Rolling Stone on David Fincher's Fight Club after twenty years. 1999 was also a giant year for American movies with American Beauty, the Best Picture winner, showing next to The Insider, Three Kings, Eyes Wide Shut, and Being John Malkovich. Years later I discovered Sharon Wasman's excellent book on what led to that culmination of cinema. So we peel back layers of cinema, and a decade, and a time many still remember, it seems, quite clearly. That is but one of the powers of film's evocation.