It is a well known fact that I can get a little bit OCDish when I really like a song or a film. I happily play or watch them over and over and over again. So much so it nearly drove my sister insane when we were teenagers. Although to be fair, when asked if she'd ever watched a film more than once she answered no, which in my opinion is also crazy, just on the opposite side of the spectrum. Proof if proof were needed that there is no fighting the loopy gene.
As a young child my film obsessions were all musicals. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, Half a Sixpence, Annie, The Happiest Millionaire etc. If you ever need someone to lead a medley of show tunes I am your girl and I'm sure you have that need all the time. As I got older my tastes matured (after a fashion). I loved all the John Hughes films and Dirty Dancing as well as classics such as An American in Paris and Casablanca. One of my favourites was When Harry Met Sally and despite being far too young to appreciate the films debate over the validy of male/female friendships, I could quote it word for word. I only hope for my mother's sake that I never re-enacted the orgasm scene in public. At the time I thought she just really, really liked that salad.
Anyway, my attention has just been brought to this. When Harry Met Sally as a horror film. It made me laugh and this week I really needed that.