Brent and I went to see Finding Neverland last night on Lygon Street. We both had tears in our eyes at various points in the story about J.M. Barrie and Peter Pan and rediscovering your lost choildhood and the ticking clock in the croc inside all of us. I think Brent found the story especially moving.

Afterwards we had a nice dinner and a bottle of sauvignon blanc at the Universita Ristorante across the road and wandered into Readings “just for a browse” which ended up being a $120 book-buying spree. One of the books we came home with is 1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die, which I’ve had my eye on for a while but had not been drunk enough to buy before. Getting my head into it at home I can see my cinematic experience is sorely lacking — I’ve probably seen only 100 or 200 of the recommended flicks.

So here’s the plan. A thousand movies, at one movie a week, will take me about 20 years to get through. Working my way through the greatest movies of all time seems like an eminently commendable way to spend a couple of decades, so we have designated Wednesday as movie night. That’s tonight, so I’ll be hitting the DVD store at lunchtime today. Wish me luck.