Movies are a funny thing. They exist both in the moment and also forever. Some films you forget the minute you walk out the theater, and others stay with you, spawning repeat viewings for years to come. Not unlike music, I’d argue that films are very closely tied to memory. Sure there are some you rewatch simply because you enjoy them or because they’re just that good, but others act as a sort of sensory time travel machine, summoning up the feelings you had when you were, say, on a very memorable first date or hanging out with friends the night before everyone went away to college. For me, this carries over into a sort of seasonal emotional connection. There are some movies I enjoy watching at a specific time of year because they “feel” like fall or they “feel” like Christmas, regardless of how season-specific the content of the film may be.
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