Just watched a rerun of Alfred Hitchcock's thriller Vertigo. This is supposed to be one of the best from Master of Suspense, Alfred Hitchcock. Funnily enough, watching it now no longer gives me the seat-gripping suspense like it did decades ago...suspenseful background music notwithstanding. In fact, it seems rather "tame" compared to modern day blood and gore like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
I think our perspectives change as we age. Do you remember how the house you grew up in as a child seemed immense compared to what it is now when you see it as an adult? That's how it is with most things in life....your old school which was an imposing structure next to a church, the events in your life that seemed so significant then but which no longer holds true among them. Which reminds me of the lyrics of the song First of May by the Bee Gees:
When I was small and Christmas trees were tall.....
Now we are tall and Christmas trees are small.....
I think our perspectives change as we age. Do you remember how the house you grew up in as a child seemed immense compared to what it is now when you see it as an adult? That's how it is with most things in life....your old school which was an imposing structure next to a church, the events in your life that seemed so significant then but which no longer holds true among them. Which reminds me of the lyrics of the song First of May by the Bee Gees:
When I was small and Christmas trees were tall.....
Now we are tall and Christmas trees are small.....
