A Love Letter…
To my dearest cinema,
How to I love thee, let me count the ways. I love the way you make me feel, how you can change my mood, make me laugh, make me cry, make me re-access my life. You entertain me, you educate me, you make me see life from any number of views.
You help me to make countless new friends, whether they’re intergalactic smugglers trying to out-run bounty hunters or an evil empire, a drunken pirate on a search for buried treasure or his stolen vessel, or a frightened young woman fleeing an Austrian killing machine, while carrying the unborn leader of the future resistance.
Sure there have been people you’ve introduced us to that I wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, black knights with breathing problems wielding swords made of light, snake faced wizards looking to destroy all of muggle kind, or wicked sheriffs of old England with predilection to cut out people’s hearts with a spoon.
You taught me many life lessons, like not climbing through rabbit holes after eating your body weight in honey, like always wearing shoes because you never know when terrorists may show up, and you’ll be forced to walk on broken glass, or to always remember that hoverboards don’t work on water, unless you have power.
Hand in hand we’ve visited many beautiful places, the past, the future, theme parks full of dinosaurs, ancient tombs, and the capitals of the world. We’ve visited ranches, and Wall Street, diners and discothèques, space stations and the vortex of time. We’ve travelled them all, and we’ve collected mental postcards along the way.
Cinema you beautiful creature, you have been with me all the way, and you’ll stay with me until the end of my days, you are my rock, my light in the dark, I know you’ll always be there for me, my shoulder to cry on, my partner in crime, my proton pack, my flux capacitor. Cinema I love you, and all the words in the world will never convey how much.
The world at large.