I don’t have a favourite film genre. I appreciate being entertained and having different emotions being made to surface during the experience. Whether it’s feeling frightened, sad or happy; whether I’m laughing, crying, flinching or even hiding behind the sofa, it’s great to just…feel.
I don’t have a favourite film. I have enjoyed hundreds, been indifferent about just as many and hated some. The first film I saw at the cinema was Gigi a 1958 film directed by Vincente Minnelli. It was a musical comedy starring Louis Jourdan, Leslie Caron and Maurice Chevallier, with a score by Lerner and Loewe. I don’t remember the plot, why would I? I was four years old. I remember the music though…Thank Heaven For Little Girls/The Night They Invented Champagne…(ah yes) I remember it well!! It did for me what film is supposed to do. It took me out of my world and made me Gigi for a while.
Brassed Off, Jerry McGuire, Rush, The Outlaw Josey Wales, Pretty Woman, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, Saving Private Ryan, Jaws, Lawless and then there’s Memento…the purpose of me writing this blog, which I didn’t intend to do today. However, I visited a fellow bloggers website and found a review of this film. It just reminded me of how I didn’t know what to feel when the film had finished. I think I was confused by it being told backwards and forwards, the flashbacks and the number of threads you had to try and keep up with. I left the cinema not exactly knowing what happened and feeling quite disturbed because of it. I do know that I was drawn into Guy Pearce’s character and I definitely could appreciate what he was trying to do but there was just something that left me with the creeps. Masterful performance by Guy Pearce. He’s come a long way since Neighbours but still underrated I feel.