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THE ADULT AND THE CINEMA
listened to any talks on the theatre that were broadcast. Simultaneously my interest in the cinema began to be subjective rather than objective. I now read nine criticisms of films every week. I did not go to see a film just because I thought the star was 'cute', I began to notice the names of directors.
Reading so much criticism made me take an interest in the art of criticism itself. I began to read book-reviews and my love for literature, which had always been strong, became stronger. Many people have said that because it's in my make-up to love films, books, and plays, as I do, I would have, had there been no Laurence Olivier. I, however, like to think it is all a justification for hero-worship and shall always say, 'Thank you, Mr. Olivier'.
Now to your second question which sounds like Freud. I shall probably reveal the most terrible things about myself! I have never had dreams of actual films but I have dreamed of stars.
Years ago I had a dream where I went cycling with Deanna Durbin and Joan, a friend of mine. I had recently seen a Durbin film That Certain Age, I believe or was it Mad About Music? Anyway Deanna and her school-friends were all on bicycles. Joan, my friend, used to cycle frequently, at about the time of my dream. Incidentally we were on the most intimate terms with Deanna in the dream. She was just an ordinary girl and not a film-star.
When I was fifteen and sixteen I had several dreams about Laurence Olivier. I was always very forward in them (entirely unlike myself in real life) . One I can remember vividly was one where he and Vivien Leigh invited me to tea, and she told me quite firmly to lay off her husband.
Recently I dreamed I met Bing Crosby at a party. He made a great fuss of me and gave me some perfume. I don't know if this has any psychological significance.
My theory about all of these dreams is that they consisted of what I would like to have happened in everyday life, that is I would like to have had Deanna Durbin as a school-friend, known Laurence Olivier, and gone to a party where Bing Crosby was entertaining.
I realise I am young, naive and probably 'cocky', but I do genuinely love a story and to watch people acting. Therefore I love the cinema.
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