In a word, some may call me addicted. Addicted to movies that is. Some look at paintings and road signs and think of a family memory or who they should call later that day…Me, I hear Ace Ventura’s voice resounding in my head, or I start connecting Peter O’Toole and Greg Kinnear through the works they’ve done. I don’t like a song because of the band, I like it because it’s in Elizabethtown while Drew Baylor’s on his way to Louisville, Lu-a-vull, or Looeyville. I see trees blowing in the wind and think of The Village with the beautiful soundtrack created by James Newton Howard. There is no word to describe the way I feel about movies. It’s more than passion, I get an adrenaline rush when I see an amazing work of art. I get an angry headache when I spend money on a waste of film. Either way, it’s the experience while watching that’s the true entertainment. They way you lose yourself in the story and feel that you’ve stepped into a world so full of art and wonder that you don’t want the movie to end. That’s who I am, and I love it.
