I wouldn’t really call myself a movie buff.
I’m constantly missing references to Star Wars (though I do fake it at times) , have faded memories of The Rocky Horror Show ( I know, I’ll rent it. Promise) and am confounded by the latest Bollywood craze. (Hamming up hero SRK big in Germany, really? Why?)
Growing up, movies were a way to pass the time, travel to distant lands on a budget and escape into someone else’s world. Watching (mostly) Hollywood films was a step closer to being cool, name dropping the latest hunk, and wondering why your teenage years were so vastly different.
My first serious introduction to world cinema was through a course I took. As the rickety projector cast images from the faded prints onto the screen of a not quite so dark classroom and we shifted uncomfortably in our hard wooded backed chairs, soon we were enveloped by movie magic.
The intelligence these films had about life, left me feeling inadequate to express them. Now, as I watch even more films, I find myself recollecting threads of dialogue, stunning visuals and a delicate web of emotions that leave imprints on my mind.
So this blog is in memorandom to ideas, memories, randomness and a tracing of those imprints
