When I was three years old, my mother sat me down in our family room and put on a film that would change the course of my young life in terms of what films I would love: Gone with the Wind. Despite my tender age, I watched the entire film, captivated by this world of the beautiful, and then broken, American South. And by Scarlett O’ Hara, who made it clear that even though one is a woman, one does not have to keep quiet for other women or, most importantly, for men.
Tara! Tara! Tara!
My mother, and Gone with the Wind, made me understand that there was a whole world of films that existed before my birth. That some of the greatest films ever made had been brought to life by people who had passed through this world like bright comets, leaving an indelible mark on popular culture.
As a somewhat lonely child, the youngest of a large family, films allowed me to enter a place where characters smiled at me, spoke to me. They were my friends. I could have adventures with them in soft focus black and white, and blazing technicolour. My mother understood how much films meant to me, and she still does, as she is often the only one who is happy to watch films with me that hail from the golden era of the past.
I have started this blog, because I now realise that there are many people who regard films from the past, to be filled with friends that still play an important role in their lives. I want to talk to people about our mutual friends, and about some friends I’m yet to discover, that live in worlds of technicolour, black and white, panavision and stereophonic sound. I’m very much looking forward to meeting these new friends.