When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? More importantly, will I marry Colin Firth?
At the tender age of seven I had the joy of seeing Love Actually for the first time and was introduced to the dashing Colin Firth. And oh how I loved him. His deep brown eyes and brilliant acting skills just made me beg for more. Bridget Jones’ Diary and Nanny McPhee followed and soon one thing led to another and I was, for want of a better word, drowning in my new found love;
The world of film.
It took me many years to realise that a film was not just something to be seen but also to be made. I became aware of the fact that there were directors, writers, editors all working behind the scenes to make it how we see it. Suddenly my dreams of becoming a lemur tamer or the first female Prime Minister of Australia or the next Bree Van de Kamp disappeared. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to make films.
I still don’t know what exactly I want to do, but I have at least come to the realisation that politics is a big no-no for me and that lemur taming is, unfortunately, not a realistic career pathway. On the other hand, I have not, stopped loving Colin Firth since that fateful Christmas ten years ago.
But now, my friends, I am sixteen years old and I spend my time watching films, practicing feminist speeches in front of the mirror, and writing essays that were due in three days ago. I hope this blog might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship between myself and films but, in the words of Doris Day, whatever will be, will be, but if it all goes wrong we, of course, have no one to blame but Colin ‘Christmas-Sweater’ Firth.