The concept of film really is a wonderful one, in my opinion. To consider the time, effort, money, and special skills required to create a movie is astounding, really, depending on what sorts of film you’re into, and I do have a significant level of respect for filmmakers and all of the individuals who work behind the scenes to ensure effects are up to par.
If you then factor in the imaginative possibilities in the filmmaking realm, you’re really en route to blow your own mind. In essence, a movie can be made about just about anything, so the subjectivity of film scripts and plots is something that seriously intrigues me.
I think we can all attest to the idea that we have been influenced, and, furthermore, affected, by specific movie scenes we have watched, and I find it interesting to ask people about their life-changing-movie-scene-moment, and why it was so impactful.
One of the earliest standout movie memories I can recall is a particular scene in Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I was six, and my Oma and Opa wanted to treat my sister and me to the IMAX theatre in Ancaster, Ontario. I desperately wanted to see Monsters Inc, but, apparently, because my sister was older and had the final say, we ended up seeing Harry Potter.
The irony of this situation is that now, present-day, I’m obsessed with Harry Potter, while my sister is not the biggest fan.
The scene in The Philosopher’s Stone when Harry is down in the dungeons with Professor Quirrell and he reveals his true identity to Harry literally shook me to my damn core. Seeing Voldemort’s face fused into the back of Quirrell’s skull at the ripe age of six was positively fucking terrifying, and I remember trying to bury my face in my Opa’s coat, bawling.
My sister thought my reaction was absolutely hilarious.
In reflection, it’s a hilarious memory, and one I’ll never forget. At the time, however, I think I may have had some PTSD.
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