Expressing delight at the fact that I would come to and write on his Society’s event, he replied to my earlier missive: “I am not into Sinhala films. I laid aside the phone for about five minutes, and then took it back. I was more interested in what was being screened, so I texted him excitedly, “Tune into XYZ TV, there’s a lovely Sinhala film on.” Feeling rather perturbed at my own haste (because who sends messages like that to young people anymore?), however, I added, “Count me in for next week’s show!” By then the story had entered its second half, emotionally the most difficult to wade through. At about 11.30 I read a message from a young man inviting me to watch and review an event organised by a society at his school the following week at the Lionel Wendt. I was 10 when I saw it last, but even at that age it left such an impression on me that I could remember almost every shot and how it would end. This time around, they were screening something that had been shown 15 years ago, which they (wrongly) thought was being shown for the first time on local television. I went on pressing the remote until I came across a channel which telecast Sinhala movies every week. One Friday night, not too long ago, I switched on the TV for no reason whatsoever. I ran his Shoeshine again recently and the camera disappeared, the screen disappeared it was just life.” ~ (Orson Welles) “In handling a camera I feel that I have no peer.
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