Monday, 31 May 2010

1999 - by @maverick99sback

In my mind, 1999 was an amazing year for Films. I’m not even going to bother looking, but I’m pretty sure it gave us Magnolia, Sixth Sense, Matrix, The Mummy, American Beauty, Green Mile and Fight Club. Oh, and that piece of shit, Phantom Menace.

I have memories of all of them. It was a golden era of cinema for me – almost like the films were being made just for me.
I may have already “lost” him to the dark side by then, but Simon Reeves was my best mate, and worked in Camberley cinema. It meant free tickets, and occasionally free food.

I loved that cinema. It was a hellhole, to be fair, but it was our cinema. I saw my first 18 at the cinema there, From Dusk Till Dawn, and first tried mixing Popcorn and minstrels there. Don’t do it. It sounds better than it is.

Pretty much all of these films will get posts of their own in the coming weeks, because I could talk about them all day. For me, it was the actual going, though. The talking of the films, afterwards? I miss that. As into movies as ¾ of the Ledgers are, we don’t go the flicks together much. Up until my change of rota, I stopped all together.

No matter when I went, there would be an idiot somewhere rustling. Or “grazing” as I call it. When I run a cinema, after I retire from my “real” job – all sweets, which won’t be £2.50 a pack, will be poured into drink cups. Try grazing that, you noisy bastard!

I’ve fallen back into it, though. I saw Persia last week. Robin Hood before that. It’s good to be back into the swing of it. Nothing I’ve seen recently could hold a torch to any of the above though. There are some classics, in there. And they’ve aged really well. Over ten years old. It’s crazy.

Ju (aka Mrs T), and I have made an executive decision – we’re taking Ethan to see Toy Story 3 this summer. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees a cinema screen for the first time.

I still remember my first time in a cinema, to this day.  It was to see Pinocchio. I remember it as clear as it was yesterday.

Unfortunately, I remember my dad going to the cinema on occasions, I couldn’t.

He saw Lethal Weapon 2, and I couldn’t. Licence to Kill, which we at least rectified by making Living Daylights my first Bond flick at the cinema. If Ethan is into films as much as I am, I may have to learn to shut my mouth. I’m not sure dad ever realized how it messed with my mind that he had seen something I couldn’t. I would ask and ask about them, until it was time to just shut up. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t important. To me it was.

So, I’ll start to whittle off the list of ’99, I think. Unless anyone has any other suggestions? I’ll be able to tell the story of how my ex and myself thought her car had been stolen… only to realise she hadn’t put the handbrake on, and it had rolled about ten spaces away. How it didn’t hot anything, I don’t know. That was Magnolia – so I thank Tom Cruise.

Then there was the time I had a mass light sabre fight at the front of Camberley’s screen one, before Phantom menace. It was like a carnival.

Or when my dad, Mum and I all came out crying like girls after Green Mile.

Or when I came out of Fight Club, floored by its brilliance. I’ll tell you them all.

Oh. I just did.