I have very little interest in scampering out and back on every branch of the family tree to discover if I might be a direct descendant of royalty, a great writer from centuries past or, gasp!, rodents (the name Ratliff, you see). I'm much more interested in getting to the root of my love and appreciation for movies.
It's deep-seated, but where did it come from?
I only have to look back one generation to find out all I need to know. My mom and dad both loved movies. I can remember my dad telling the story (over and over, actually) about falling asleep in the Hico (Texas) Theater and waking up in the dark to two startling discoveries: The movie had ended some time ago and everyone was long gone and that he was locked in.