Last week, a touching moment with a stranger reminded me why I love attending the movies. I had just emerged from the darkness of the Ritz Cinemas in Sydney’s east, snot visibly dripping from my nose and my face blotchy-red.
A Great Dane had done this to me, or, more specifically, the Great Dane in The Friend, a lovely adaptation of Sigrid Nunez’s novel of the same name. Descending the stairs under the artificial lights of the cinema, I asked my friend if I “looked insane”.
