Many years ago, before I became a parent, I fantasised about how I might share my love of cinema with my child. We would sit quietly in the dark, watching Disney classics and Miyazaki films, working our way up to more challenging fare as he grew.
After a couple of traumatic ‘Mother and baby’ sessions, where I spent the whole time chasing him up and down the aisle, I realised it would be harder than I thought to combine films with family. Staying at home with a DVD (as it was then) was certainly easier, but still we kept trying, especially during the dreaded school holidays when the freezing rain fell outside and the boredom roared inside. It hardly mattered what was playing on screen. The outing was the point. And the Candy Bar.