Eventually it becomes apparent that, as a child, you were a fucking idiot.
Case in point: movies from your childhood.
Between the ages of say, 8 and 15, you saw a movie and love, love, LOVED it. So much so that you probably spent more money hiring it every school holidays than it would’ve cost you to buy the damn thing on VHS from Sanity. Ha! Neither of those are things now! But in any event, this particular film seems to be something that you fall in love with which serves a purpose for a particular time in your life. Yet at some point, you just simply stop watching it. I don’t believe it has anything to do with the film itself necessarily, just that after so many viewings you naturally either get tired of watching the same thing over and over again (no shit), or you just simply grow up.
So comes the time, some years later, when you re-visit the love you once felt. You’ll come across the movie during a very indecisive night at the video store and figure you’d love to take a trip down memory lane a.k.a just couldn’t possibly want to GTFO of the store any more. And so this was me, last weekend.
Who could forget?! Not only was this Pierce Brosnan’s first outing as Bond, James Bond, but also Dan Smith’s first experience watching a Bond, James Bond film. Something which, after all these years, has stood the test of time compared to all those that haven’t - even with all those incredible English actors playing Russian characters.
Which made me wonder: I wonder if, 10 years from now, Feast of Love will stand the test of time?
Or perhaps more accurately; will I even be able to sit through the whole motherfucker?