I recently met someone who loves talking movies; a regular guy who is neither a film-maker nor a critic, but appreciates films with a vengeance. It reminded me of the films I grew up with. So, on a whim I downloaded Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and chuckled at Dick Van Dyke’s shenanigans, for the 100th time.
But I realised two interesting things about the film, when watching it as an adult. This kiddie tale was penned by the creator of James Bond, Ian Fleming, and the screenplay was written by one of my favourite authors, whose work I read as an adult — Roald Dahl.
I was 10 years old when I saw it last. Yet, every scene played out in my mind’s eye, split seconds before it did on screen. Kind of like an echo. Sigh.
