Entry for October 11, 2007

I bought an old French film the other day. "Betty Blue".
I bought it for old times sake really. I have fond memories of going to see it with the Couch Potato back in the 1980s. We went to see it in a slightly run down student cinema in the West End of Glasgow. Couch had some money from his job. I had discovered the cinema in the cobbled streets of Ashton Lane. So we set off on a grand adventure that took us all of ten miles away from our suburban bedrooms.
And into another world.
A world of big blue skies, and passionate Gallic arguments and a heartstoppingly beautiful girl. We were blown away. We spilled out onto the pavement afterwards and the world seemed new and exciting and full of possibility.
I am slightly afraid of watching the film again. It is still sitting in its cellophance wrapper. I fear that if I look at it through forty year old eyes, the skies will not be as blue, nor the girl as beautiful. I fear I will see flaws in the storyline, and clumsy direction.
I fear my horizons may be narrower.