I’m watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. A while ago I watched The Chronicles of Narnia. There’s a Magnetic Fields song:

Well you may not be beautiful
But it’s not for me to judge
I don’t know if you’re beautiful
Because I love you too much

I don’t know if they’re good films, but they succeed in drawing out the powerful quantity of childhood emotional association I have with the stories, so I just sit in front of them and simmer in a rich sauce of pavlovian emotive content. Shame about the structure of the human brain isn’t it? All that powerful feeling locked away in there for decades and no concious way to tap back into it, or even remember it exists. It’s like the internet without google. Bring me more children’s story movies.