The fact is I am quite happy in a movie, even a bad movie. Other people, so I have read, treasure memorable moments in their lives: the time one climbed the Parthenon at sunrise, the summer night one met a lonely girl in Central Park and achieved with her a sweet and natural relationship, as they say in books. I too once met a girl in Central Park, but it is not much to remember. What I remember is the time John Wayne killed three men with a carbine as he was falling to the dusty street in Stagecoach, and the time the kitten found Orson Welles in the doorway in The Third Man.
The author expresses a deep enjoyment of movies, suggesting that even poor films can bring happiness. They contrast this with how others cherish significant life experiences, like climbing ancient monuments or forming meaningful relationships. While the author acknowledges a similar experience of meeting someone in Central Park, they find cinematic moments far more memorable.
This perspective highlights the emotional impact of films, comparing them to fleeting real-life encounters. The memories of...
