Subject Of The Month........The movies.......

Reluctant though I may be to pull myself away from the previous monthly subject (Great Manchester; think I may have mentioned it before....) time does move on. There is only so much which can be said about a 10 kilometre run before you start repeating repeating yourself yourself, so onto pastures new.
Anyone who even vaguely knows me, should be fully aware that I enjoy films. As with my musical proclivities (no idea what that word means, but I think it fits here; if the definition turns out to be naughty female body parts......what can I say......I readily apologise) being brought up as the distant youngest of six children I gained an appreciation for the oldies (black and white, or announced at the beginning to be in 'GLORIOUS TECHNICOLOR' (American spelling!) those were the days!), as well as modern pictures. I can think of no better way to enjoy a couple of hours than being sucked into a story of heroism, of love, of struggle, of tears, of laughter, of triumph. The best of these stories are ones which not only draw you into it - make you feel it - but ones which contain a message for us, irrespective of whether it takes place in the past, in the future, or even in a galaxy far far away.
Even since I started writing this post, the idea of it has evolved. Originally the intention was to take you through the list of top Ady films; giving you a taste of the storyline - without giving too much away - as well as putting across why it is that it has made the elite-I'm-going-to-watch-this-over-and-over-until-the grooves-wear-off-on-the-DVD-and-despite-owning-it-I-will-still-watch-it-when-it-appears-on-the-telly status, but I realise that in doing this I am missing out on some fun (and yes, generally embarrassing) stories centred around my world of film and cinema. I ask you, where is the sense in you missing out on those eh?!
So that's what's coming; the top five movies, intermingled with tales of why my first visit to the cinema was the most traumatic experience of my single-figured life (the romance with movies almost ending before it had begun), my first hot dog, and the local cinema the demise and ultimate demolition of which was my first encounter with 'progress'.