Anticipation is one of the joys of film. Whether it be looking forward to the big summer releases, popping in a DVD of the latest art house release or even just looking forward to that film you taped a couple of nights ago and finally have the time to watch. Anticipation rules.
I have noted on the news this morning that some men kicked a ball in Russia last night and that some other men travelled thousands of miles to watch it. I know what they went through and I too will experience that late same emotion this afternoon when I make the twenty minute journey to the Odeon in Southampton to watch the latest instalment in the Indiana Jones saga.
Okay, so I’ve been tricked like this before. About a decade ago there was film about a certain spaceman that was a follow up to things we loved as children. The excitement overwhelming and the all sane people were infected – unfortunately this film had a giant talking rasta-frog, downright racist aliens and some boring stuff about intergalactic tax. In short, as Simon Pegg put it, ‘they raped our childhood’. But, in a way, it was worth it just for the build up and to once again sit in a cinema and have the Star Wars logo appear in front of you.
I am very excited about Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I know that I might well be very disappointed in a few hours time but for the time being I’m happy to let a film maker (and plenty of marketing men) make me feel like a child again.
