My Words are Flat and Harsh

In my search for films that tell a great story with an excellent presentation, I was carried away to "Cinema Paradiso" in Italy by director Giuseppe Tornatore.

Plot:

A boy who grew up in a native Sicilian Village returns home as a famous director after receiving news about the death of an old friend. Told in a flashback, Salvatore reminiscences about his childhood and his relationship with Alfredo, a projectionist at Cinema Paradiso. Under the fatherly influence of Alfredo, Salvatore fell in love with film making, with the duo spending many hours discussing about films and Alfredo painstakingly teaching Salvatore the skills that became a stepping stone for the young boy into the world of film making. The film brings the audience through the changes in cinema and the dying trade of traditional film making, editing and screening. It also explores a young boy's dream of leaving his little town to foray into the world outside.

After 20 minutes of watching the movie I cried (yeah, yeah, I cry at movies). I did not cry because the movie was sad. I cried because it stirred bittersweet memories of my childhood years and the people (and animals) who made it unforgettable.

Hey, before you start rolling your eyes I won't enumerate/share/recollect those memories here.

But I will, in my other blog... nyahahaha