Once Upon a Time in the West
2 May, 2008
I remember the first time, cinescope screening in a rickety theatre with uncomfortable chairs. Going in in the daytime with a headache and coming out in the dark so filled with light I had to skip home in the snow, harmonica haunting my mind.
The echos of that first time play back even now, and even now as I stare into Charles Bronson’s eyes and listen to Henry Fonda’s rasping voice I feel my chest expanding. There is an incredible lightness about this place and there is water slowly dripping through my life, scraping away the layers.
