Tag: 150SciFiFilms

  • Watching while I’m waiting to feel better

    An open homemade pocket sketchbook resting on a larger A4 sketchbook with a red-and-white patterned cover, with a box of Caran d’Ache Neocolor II crayons visible beneath it. A black ink and coloured crayon drawing stretches across both pages, showing a close-up of a young boy's face, wearing a yellow Boston sweatshirt. To the left, large green lettering against a pale pink background reads “Starting to watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind”. On the right, handwritten notes recall seeing the film in 1977 at the Odeon cinema in Camberley, accompanied by a friend and his mother, who brought along a flask of tea. The date, 15 October 2026, and time, 7.50 am, are written in a narrow brown panel along the right-hand edge.

    Yesterday, I started watching Close Encounters of the Third Kind. A film I seem to remember more about the watching of — in the back row of the Odeon cinema in Camberley, aged ten — than the contents of the film itself.

    Remembering a 50 year old treat that didn’t felt like a treat

    I was taken to see it as a treat by a friend’s mother, who I think was more excited about watching it than her son or I were. She brought along a flask of tea and a picnic, together with packs of sweets for us to eat while we watched. We arrived early to ensure we got the aforementioned back seats. We were in those seats for what felt like a very long time.

    I remember flashing lights, tinkling music and a mountain made out of mashed potato — oh, and a man whose face was half sunburnt — but little else.

    Somehow, I’ve not managed to see it again in the intervening nearly fifty years. In fact, whenever I’ve thought about it, I’ve remembered the boredom of sitting in that back row, wishing and waiting for it to be over, along with the discomfort of not wanting to reveal these feelings to someone who thought she was giving me a treat. (The sandwiches and sweets were appreciated, though!)

    A list of films to get lost in

    Interesting, then, that when I recently came across Rolling Stone magazine’s list of the 150 Greatest Sci-Fi Films of All Time and decided to see if I could collect and watch them all, it was Close Encounters that I decided to begin with.

    I bought a secondhand copy of the DVD, along with one of Arrival — the second film on my rather ambitious watch-list, and one that feels thematically linked to Close Encounters. They both arrived a couple of days ago, and my current ME-crash-induced long days on my bed felt like a good opportunity to start watching.

    Unexpectedly drawing

    I hadn’t especially planned to draw as I watched, but once I started, I found it difficult to stop. So far, I’ve watched the first 41 minutes and made seven drawings.

    If I continue at this rate, watching is going to feel just as long as it did back in the back row of the Odeon in 1977, but I don’t think I’m going to feel as bored as I did then.

    An ongoing project?

    If I keep drawing through the complete watch-through of the Rolling Stone list, I might have set myself a lifelong project — or at least one that will see me through this interminable ME crash!