It is done. I have seen Braveheart*.
Braveheart disproves an earth-shattering theory I’ve been forming throughout this year-long project: many films made in the 90s aren’t as good as you remember them to be. Not all, but maaaany. It was a weird time for movies. Obviously there were 10s of great movies made in that decade, some of my favs, but try watching Falling Down before you recommend it to someone and see if you still like it. It doesn’t hold up. Braveheart holds up. Here we can thank the 90s for not turning Braveheart into a trilogy (possibly with prequels), which is assuredly what would have happened were it made today. Of course, I realize no film is safe from a potential completely necessary franchise, but I’m hoping Braveheart will forever stand alone on its own wonderfully sturdy Scottish legs.
Yes, I enjoyed Braveheart. Who doesn’t like to see the underdog win? Add that to Avenging Rape and Epic 13th Century Battles and you’ve got yourself a Netflix queue of Movies Carol Might Enjoy! It’s just fun. Braveheart’s not in my Top 100, but it’s a fine movie, and one I should have seen.
And then there’s McGoohan. 
You perfect man! I don’t care if you act the part of mean old Longshanks, you’re always (not a Number!) Six to me.
2011, my Year of Movies, is over. Stay tuned for my lists of the best and the worst, and thanks for reading.
*My sister Monica maintains that she and I watched Braveheart together while visiting a friend of the family in New Jersey, possibly during the summer of 1998. I do not remember doing this, which just proves why I did this project in the first place: to watch the films I should see, and those I think I haven’t seen but have and can’t recall.
