Long before I existed in a permanent state of awesome, I didn’t enjoy an all access pass to the funpark of fantastic like I do now, so I had to improvise.
It involved a lot of low-budget dinners and endless movie watching and it made a film buff out of me.
There is nothing more exhilarating than the deafening roar of Dolby surround sound, the smell of fake butter and jujubes. But I can also spend a lazy rainy weekend day curled up on my couch re-watching Annie Hall or the Godfather; from which I can recite EVERY line.
I watch action, horror, rom-com, documentaries, dramas, period pieces, foreign films with subtitles, and cartoons.
You name it, I’m willing to give it a whirl.
Lately I’ve had to curtail my film watching because of the extensive activities scheduled by the offspring. Not that I’m bitter about that or anything but it seems like only yesterday that my leisure time had fewer restraints and I’m feeling the film void.
Despite having had to endure the crimp in my movie habit I’ve tried to come up with a sensible solution that involves Netflix streaming, late hours and a set of headphones.
I’m slowly catching up with all the gems that slipped through the cracks because of people continuously hanging on my arms and screaming my name but I’ve a way to go before I rise to my former glory as movie queen, tossing off quotes and arguing about plot twists, hidden meanings and surprise cameos.
Soon though, very soon.