So I've figured out, which I already knew, that going to the movies is important to me. I mean, like, any weekend without a cinema visit is incomplete. Anna's not too bothered if there's not something she really wants to see; particularly being so time-pressed these days, she's happy enough to just not go. Whereas I'll go just to go. I want to go.
And anyway so Sunday I took myself down to the cinema and, never even mind the feature, the trailers were totally worth the trip alone. I love trailers – all that emotion compressed and distilled down into a roller coaster two-minutes. A great story well and successfully told, out there in the world now, waiting for you to come into its world. Trailers make me cry a lot – it's the sheer intensity. I don't think I'm totally alone here.
Anyway, Sunday, by the end of this here set of trailers here, I was a lachrymose and breath-sucking wreck. It was the cumulative effect. Let's see how dry-eyed you are by the end of these.
Then again, maybe I was just hormonal yesterday. Anna re-tuned our Lovefilm list for xmas and we got started with It's a Wonderful Life last night. For a minute it was looking like we were going to cry all the way through. It's funny how you think you know a film cold – but what you really know are a few key scenes that you can replay as mental movies. The rest, the majority of it, can be new again, can affect you deeply. Mark, who sits across from me, and who also does screenwriting, says that this film, story-wise, structurally, is nearly perfect. "It touches everything," he says.
Just what film should do.
