If there were no birds, mankind would never have wanted to fly nor, possibly, have been able to conceive of the idea of flight. The stars and planets visible in our night sky call us to explore. And in the current state of cinema we see reflected the modern preoccupation with the have’s and the have-not’s. It’s either bloated spectacle licking the carcasses of older, far superior, films or a Kickstarter campaign begging for your dollars but incapable of getting your attention. The middle-class of films in the mid-budget range that could be enjoyed by adults and mature children are almost a lost artform. I say this because I am afraid of death.
You may or may not have grown up with a Dad who loves Westerns. I did, and so I got an early education in John Ford thanks to John Wayne’s laconic take on the Western Hero. There was something about The Duke that seemed big, besides his frame. Like Elvis or The Beatles or Spielberg the first time you encounter a figure like Wayne he’s presented to you as a legend. Obviously these legends have the careers to back up the status but the initial impression of them as a legend will seal the deal and you will forever after be unable to think of them fully as people.