I’ll be in my trailer… watching trailers: Ae you trying to seduce me?

Join us every week for a trip into the weird and wonderful world of trailers. Whether it’s the first teaser for the latest instalment in your favourite franchise, an obscure preview for a strange indie darling, whether it’s good, bad, ugly or just plain weird – your favourite pop culture baristas are there to tell you what they think.

How do the films we watch as children affect our taste as adults? And what if we don’t really watch children’s films when we’re growing up, but instead our parents take us to see Amadeus or The Last Emperor? Matt has a thought or two on these questions.

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Six Damn Fine Degrees #242: So this is what ‘adult movies’ are?

Welcome to Six Damn Fine Degrees. These instalments will be inspired by the idea of six degrees of separation in the loosest sense. The only rule: it connects – in some way – to the previous instalment. So come join us on our weekly foray into interconnectedness!

When I was a child, before the age of 7 or so, my parents took the family to the cinema once a year. Always on the second Sunday of Advent, we’d go and see whatever Disney movie was on – and it seems that there always was a Disney movie on at that time, sometimes a new one, sometimes a rerun. I don’t much remember the actual films: I have faint memories of seeing The Fox and the Hound, which would fit with the timeframe I’m talking about, and I think that Robin Hood and The Aristocats were also among the Disney films I saw when I was very young. I remember the tradition, though, which included us going to eat at an Italian restaurant after we left the cinema.

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It’s the pictures that got small

This week I saw my first Hitchcock on the big screen. I grew up in the ’80s, which meant that I first and, more often than not, only saw the classics of cinema on TV – and in the ’80s that meant, what, screens that were 30 inches across if you were lucky? TVs were big, bulky monstrosities, but the screens weren’t particularly big – which was good, really, because television channels broadcast images that were relatively fuzzy. If you sat close enough to the screen so that it filled your field of vision (and you could smell that weird electric smell), what you saw was basically impressionist art.

North By Northwest

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