In 1997, as a six-year-old boy, I watched Kate Winslet's hand slam against and slide down a car window, fogged from the sex she was having with Leonardo DiCaprio. My parents had taken me to see Titanic, and horrified as they must have been to expose the only child to such a sight, I wasn't concerned with the sexuality of the scene. I was watching history come to life.
So much of my generation remembers their first cinematic experience to be The Lion King or some other of Disney's flights of fancy, but the memory for me lies in the chilling waters of the Atlantic because what I was watching was quite literally titanic. It was grandiose, beautiful, and most importantly real.
For the next twelve years of my life I would dabble in art, architecture, psychology and a myriad of other interests, but college would soon teach me the difference between and interest and a passion. I found myself returning to the waters of the Atlantic, dreaming in the streets of Gotham City, and marching with the penguins of Antarctica. Film had captured me at such a young age and I had never even been aware of the influence that it truly had on me and my life.
I switched my major from psychology to film and I tacked on a writing arts minor. I did everything I could to understand film and what goes into making it critically and commercially successful. I did my best to throw myself into what I had loved unconsciously for so long, almost as if to make up for all the time I thought I had lost. And now I'm in the real world. I'm trying to actually do what I love so I can at least try to give to a new generation just a fraction of what I received when I was so young.
So much of my generation remembers their first cinematic experience to be The Lion King or some other of Disney's flights of fancy, but the memory for me lies in the chilling waters of the Atlantic because what I was watching was quite literally titanic. It was grandiose, beautiful, and most importantly real.
For the next twelve years of my life I would dabble in art, architecture, psychology and a myriad of other interests, but college would soon teach me the difference between and interest and a passion. I found myself returning to the waters of the Atlantic, dreaming in the streets of Gotham City, and marching with the penguins of Antarctica. Film had captured me at such a young age and I had never even been aware of the influence that it truly had on me and my life.
I switched my major from psychology to film and I tacked on a writing arts minor. I did everything I could to understand film and what goes into making it critically and commercially successful. I did my best to throw myself into what I had loved unconsciously for so long, almost as if to make up for all the time I thought I had lost. And now I'm in the real world. I'm trying to actually do what I love so I can at least try to give to a new generation just a fraction of what I received when I was so young.