I love films. I love their ability to open a window on the past or to transport us to a possible future. I love the way they act as a repository of great stories and talent. No matter that some films are approaching their centenary, we can continue to appreciate and enjoy the work of great actors and directors at the height of their powers.
We can marvel at the comic timing of Buster Keaton, be transfixed by the beauty and delivery of Marilyn Monroe, be dazzled by James Stewart working equally well in romantic comedies, Hitchcock thrillers or gritty Anthony Mann westerns.