Movies are something I can’t imagine living without. They are so ingrained in me that they are almost lifeblood. OK, so that may be a bit of hyperbole, but still movies are special to me and always will be. This post is a very personal one for me to write because of how significant cinema is to me.
I can’t tell you when it was, but moving images have fascinated me for so long. There is a sort of magic to film that is difficult to articulate. It’s an immersive experience that can’t be rivaled and one that never gets old. Since I knew of cinema, my heart was pierced by its arrow into what is a fully fledged love.
There are many people I have to thank for their cinematic input in my life.
The first are my parents. My dad’s taste usually revolves around crime thrillers and true gangster movies( which was eye-opening as a kid when I’d sneakily catch moments I was too young for.) My mum has probably the most varied taste; she’s the only person I know who adores quaint period pieces and then in the next breath often brutal and psychological horror. I mean, it was my mother who introduced me to the Alien movies. These disparate tastes with both of my folks continues to impress and guide me in my cinematic adventures, even if their picks are varied to say the least. Id rather have my parents have unusual taste in movies than not, and if it weren’t for them, some of my love for cinema might not have formulated into what it is now. My younger brother too deserves a shout out for his science fiction and fantasy based preferences which had me knowing most of the dialogue from Star Wars and Jurassic Park as a kid.
Then there is my late Grandpa, who opened my eyes to the possibilities of cinema. He taught me the valuable lesson that newer movies aren’t always the best, and often the older a film is, the more excellent and influential it can be. He introduced me to many classics, he was a big lover of the sweeping Hollywood epic and old horror movies. I owe him a lot and though he is no longer with us, his influence on me is still potent. He was a truly amazing Grandpa.
Now onto my college teacher Mr. Albert. As a student of film, he had a vast knowledge of it and what he gave me was even more love for the cinematic arts than ever. He always got me to broaden my horizons and search out underrated movies, while teaching me the importance of behind the scenes work. His motto was looking outside the box is the key.
And finally, all of you wonderful bloggers out there continue to influence my movie watching. I couldn’t have asked for better people to follow me and make such cool recommendations on movies. Your support is a beautiful thing.
A so concludes my love letter to cinema.
