Free in last week's Observer was their Film Quarterly magazine, which featured an interview with author Kate Mosse called Films of My Life. I hardly ever write about films so I thought I'd nick it for my blog! (I've added some of my own categories.)
The films that remind me of childhood
Me and my sister, Leanne, used to go to a Saturday matinee at our local cinema (now, inevitably, closed). We'd get lemon bonbons or cola cubes or rainbow crystals and watch Flash Gordon, cartoons, and Children's Film Foundation films while our parents spent the morning in bed.
Calamity Jane, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Singing in the Rain, any Doris Day film - introduced to us by my nan and then encouraged by Aunty Barb. I was obsessed with musicals and so my early crushes were Gordon MacRae, Gene Kelly, Howard Keel... Once, staying at Aunty Barb's, I couldn't stop watching Seven Brides. I'd watch it, rewind it and watch it again. Eventually, Aunty B came downstairs in the early hours and blearily dragged me off to bed, still singing "Spring, Spring, Spring" presumably.
Childhood films I had to be removed from due to weeping
Watership Down (shown at school). Still haven't seen it all.
Lassie Come Home (at the cinema).
Films that made me cry the most, but I managed to stay
The Fox and the Hound. Leanne and I sat with a roll of loo paper, just spooling it out as we sobbed.
ET. Obviously.
Lost Horizon. When he carries her out of the cave, looks back over
his shoulder and sees... well, I was devastated. De. Va. Stated.
Thursday's Child. Starring a very, very young Rob Lowe, it's the
based on a true story of a boy with (as far as I remember) some sort of
heart condition. There's a happy ending. Then the screen freezes with
Rob's character jumping off a boat, caught in mid-air, laughing,
healthy, happy ... and then the date of his death appears on the
screen. Cut to me, lying on the bed, sobbing for (literally) 20
minutes.
The Boy in the Plastic Bubble. During early John Travolta period. For much the same reasons as Thursday's Child.
The Sixth Sense. I've seen it at least six times and I cry in the same three places every time.
Defining films of teenage years
Class. Rob Lowe. Andrew McCarthy. John Cusack. A boy's boarding school. Sex. Fighting ... I wonder if it's on DVD...
St Elmo's Fire. You were either The Breakfast Club or St Elmo's Fire and I was Elmo's all the way. Billy on the roof with his sax. "What's this?" [snap!] "Scuba suit?" The step-monster. The glamorous breakdown. The pink apartment with the six foot blusher brush. (How I wanted a six foot blusher brush!) I wanted to be Demi Moore. I knew I was Mare Winningham.
Films seen more than once at the cinema
Back to the Future. 11 or 12 times
ET. 9 times
Film seen on my first ever date
Crocodile Dundee with Danny Morgan. I'd fancied him for ages (he looked like Andrew Ridgeley). Finally we were going out. He rang and said he'd fallen off his bike and wanted to warn me that his face was "a bit of a mess". He waited at the bench at the end of our road. As I approached, he looked fine, great. And then I saw the other side of his face. Covered - covered! - in an angry, and still bloody, scab. He looked like the phantom of the opera. In the cinema he slid down down down in his seat and emptied crisps into his mouth straight from the packet. Crush over.
Film seen on my first date with David
Pulp Fiction at the Odeon, Leicester Square. As David bought the tickets, I stood next to him with my back to the cashier and heard her ask David, "Is he over 18?" Sigh.
Films that have given me nightmares
Schindler's List. Ralph Fiennes on the balcony with the rifle. I had so many nightmares the night I saw it that eventually I was afraid to go back to sleep, so I didn't. I got up and read instead.
Seven. Much as I loved the genius of "pride" ("She cut off her nose..." "... to spite her face" remains one of my favourite ever movie moments), it was "lust" that really upset me.
Films that are guilty pleasures
I don't really do guilty pleasures, but I suppose watching When Harry Met Sally for the hundredth time when I could be doing something more useful counts. Then again, often there's nothing better than watching Harry and Sally fall in love...
The last film I watched with my mum
Out of Sight. One of my favourites. Mum loved George Clooney too so I knew she'd appreciate it. I was staying over because she was having chemo and feeling really unwell. I wanted to cheer her up. We sat down to watch Out of Sight and she was shuffling in her chair, groaning and sighing. I hoped she'd be able to manage to watch it, but no. Just as the scene with George in the bath was starting, mum said, "Sorry, love, I'm going to have to go to bed." "Hang on," I said, "This is the best bit." "Why?" she said, "Do you see his willy?" She died the following week.
My favourite film that no-one's heard of
The Broken Hearts Club. Zach Braff, Dean Cain in a kind of gay St Elmo's Fire. Result.
What are the films of *your* life?