Nothing
makes my heart pound and my face light up like a good film.
I'm not a fussy
film-watcher as I'll see pretty much anything and my taste is eclectic and often
unpredictable. I'm as happy watching the Cornetto trilogy as I am seeing Gregory
Peck reluctantly shoot a rabid dog or Bridget Jones orchestrate a dinner party
with blue soup, omelettes and marmalade. My breath is caught when I spot a girl
in a red coat and as Gotham city falls to the hands of a masked tyrant. I'm on
the edge of my seat equally as velociraptors tear apart a kitchen looking for
frightened children and the hallowed halls of Hogwarts are blasted to pieces. I
get that inevitable lump in my throat as an old man steers a house tied to thousands
of balloons on an adventure to fulfil a childhood promise and Tom Hanks screams
WILSONNNN. I’m fired up and inspired as Idris Elba promises to cancel the
apocalypse and the USS Enterprise reaches warp speed once Sulu remembers to
disengage the external inertial dampener.
It's moments
like that provide that unavoidable heart flutter, that tingle of excitement and
that small smile that appears before you can do anything to stop it.
