VARIOUS MOMENTS

DANIEL CRAIG on TOO MANY FILMS TO NAME

Escape To Witch Mountain with my sister.

Crying my eyes out at The Incredible Journey.

Dancing in the aisle throwing popcorn in the air as Olivia Newton-john and John Travolta dazzle on screen.

Hiding under the seat in front of me as Roy Scheider fought that shark.

Not even daring to go into the cinema for Alien or Exorcist.

Clutching the armrest, transfixed in Blade Runner, the tension unbearable.

Rutger Hauer! Cheering as Roger Moore danced over alligators.

Blushing at Betty Blue.

Getting dizzy at Avatar.

The Terminator.

That fucking big boat that sank. The Mummy is one of my favourites.

Toy Story.

Up.

For Christ’s sake, Frozen.

Throw in Goodfellas.

All of Alan Parker.

Gladiator.

Daniel Day-lewis in My Left Foot. Festen.

Mike Leigh/haneke.

Every arthouse movie and every arthouse cinema.

The Avengers.

Black Panther.

Ryan Reynolds in a tight red suit. The Piano.

My God, Holly Hunter!!

And on and on and on.

It’s never-ending, and it never should.

Every one of these memories and experiences was shared with complete strangers; the lights go down, the projector flickers, a hush descends or a cheer goes up.

Sometimes art needs a little ritual around it to awaken the magic. If movies stop being shown in cinemas they are diminished, and however big their budget is, each film will become smaller and smaller.

Collective experiences shape our lives and although I am clearly biased, movies bring us together.

Love story or space battle, if it is 30 feet across, it travels straight into my heart.