That Sense of Wonder

Yesterday I went to the cinema with a group of friends to see "Charlie & The Chocolate Factory". One couple have an 18 month old, named Gibson, and it was his first visit to the cinema. It was fascinating to watch his experience play out, and I think I spent as much time watching him as I did the screen.

I don't think he knew quite what was going on as the lights went down, but once happily situated on his mum's lap, he was absolutely transfixed by the giant screen. I think he stayed that way for about 3/4 the film, which is pretty impressive really.

It kind of made me think about my own experiences with movie-going. Until recently, going to the cinema was one of my favourite pass-times. I'd be all excited and want to get there super-early to get the best seats, then sit completely silent for two hours whilst someone told me a story. This doesn't seem to be the case at the moment however, for I can't seem to muster the enthusiasm. Instead of sitting wide-eyed and expectant I just get frustrated with the whole experience. Is it the increasing levels of objectionable behaviour of my fellow patrons? Poor choices in films? Lack of sweet popcorn for sale in US cinemas? I don't know. Whatever the reason, I want the experience to move me again, just like that first visit to the cinema once did...