“Movies are very important to me,” I said, making one of those sweeping declarations that may in some ponderous tome be an attempt at depth.
I opened my mouth to reply and found myself unsure. I’ve loved movies for my entire adult life. In fact since the summer of 1988 when I saw a movie more than once, more than twice, in the theater. When I managed to convince both my mother and my father that Who Framed Roger Rabbit was worthy of subsequent viewings (as well as the various products I was able to con them into purchasing for me) both at first run and all the way down to dollar theaters around closing weekends, I watched that film unfurl and I witnessed the breathtaking depth of what movie magic could be. In a film about the movies.
That was when I wanted to be ...Read More