It all begins with my dear friend Santi saying this:
“Val, I want an action. Something you’ve done.”
I swear if it’s something about impregnating …
“We want something you’ve actually done to show how crazy you are. And we all know you’re crazy ;”
I’m still digesting and thinking if there’s any alcohol involved. Because if it is …
“Let me put it this way: you need to tell me how passionate you are about movies. What are the crazy things you’ve done for movies?”
Exit false pregnancy worry, enter bigger question.
What are crazy things I’ve done to show how passionate I am about movies?
The question has occupied me the entire evening, so much so that you are reading what my mind is thinking right now.
Repeatedly I have written blog entries, which serve like a love letter to cinema. The first one, you can read them here, which tells how I was lured by my parents, then avid filmgoers, to literally “dark side” when I was a kid.
Then there’s another one here, for my emotional outburst during our dark period of cinema-going earlier this year.
Is this going to be another love-letter to cinema? Since “crazy” is the operative word here, I’ll let you decide at the end of the entry.
What I can be sure of instead is how my life has always been evolving around movies. The involvement ranges from being merely as a spectator, or what has been happening in the past six years: a slave in the film circle itself.
Thus, film has always been one of the main priorities, major in fact, in every turning point of my life.
When one does what it takes to get his/her utmost priority, what others perceive as ‘that-crazy-thing-you-do’ is actually a normal thing to do to us. Call it a norm or custom or habits, we don’t feel like doing anything crazy or special at the moment of carrying out the actions.
Only when we look back, like what you and I are doing right now, we realize how often those past things seem surreal.