THIS MONTH… MEASURING MY LIFE BY MOVIES
It’s often said that music conjures the most emotionally charged, pinpoint memories. Should a favourite track come on the radio, people will recall exactly where they were and what they were doing when they first heard it. But for me (and, I’d guess, many other film nuts), it’s movies that most get my recollections rolling.
is a film I’ve seen literally gets a fresh spin on my Blu-ray player, I can straightaway smell the popcorn and the excitement as I sit, 10 years old with mouth agape, beside my grandmother at the Star cinema in Winchester. And when Freddy Krueger welds his razor-clawed glove during the opening credits of A Nightmare on Elm Street, I’m once more a teenager in my best friend’s bedroom, cacking myself at the thought of cycling home alone in the dark when the film is done.
