As many of you know, I lost my Dad last year in May but he was, along with my Mom, the person who introduced me to film when I was seven. They had to drag me kicking and screaming (because I didn't want to go in) into a place they called The Cinema ~ which made me go
and then they had to drag me kicking and screaming out when the film was over because I didn't want to leave.
Herewith some of my Dad's thoughts on certain films:
High Noon: "This isn't a western, son: it's a political thriller."
Death Wish: "There's more bangs in this film that go on in a whorehouse."
Unforgiven: [Reading the credits] "Who the hell are Sergio and Don, son?"
Jaws: [when the shark pops out to say hello] "WTF was that?"
