Every now and then, comes a movie, that is made not for you
or for me, but because the makers fancied a miniscule little idea. North By
Northwest exists solely because Hitchcock wanted a grand finale chase sequence culminating
at Mount Rushmore. Inglorious Basterds exists because Tarantino wanted to see a Nazi girl burn Hitler in a theatre.
And one such movie is Wait Until Dark. The whole of the
movie, exists solely because the makers wanted to pit a blind Hepburn against a
ruthless criminal in the absolute darkness of a house.
The rest of the movie is a complex, sometimes tough to
believe, plot points. But when the darkness does arrive, I can only imagine
what it might have felt like to be seated in a theater. This is what great
movie moments are all about. About the experience, that makes us wonder and
gasp and root for our characters.
And I cant help but
feel at a loss. For I am so born in the wrong decade. Perhaphs, this
masterpiece of a film, I shall never experience in a movie theatre, in the
dark, with a group of fellow audience.
