I’m not quite sure why it popped into my head, but I was recently reflecting on the question of whether or not there was a single point in my life from which my love for film originated — a particular movie or even a particular scene before which I was a fairly mild film viewer and after which I was a full-blown cinematic fanatic. Was there a watershed moment for me? And if so, what was it?
Quickly, I realized that the answer was obvious. It was this:
I still vividly remember being unable to sleep the night after I watched Jurassic Park for the first time, not so much because it was an intense viewing experience for my teenaged self — it was — but because I was reeling from the sheer power of its images, and the astonishing imagination behind them. I still get goosebumps as I remember that moment. (Heck, I get goosebumps watching it RIGHT NOW.)
I’m pretty sure both of these moments say something about me as a viewer/cinematic consumer. And probably as a human, as well. But there’s plenty of time for me to over-analyze that in the coming days. What I really want to know is:
What are your moments?