FLASHBACK (LATE 1970s) - ON CALLAGHAN
who breaks the fourth wall of your device's screen.
The Oscars have been my Super Bowl,
the cinema my church, for as long as
I can recall. Stories, stories,
always the stories. The narratives
that perpetually piped out of the
projectors’ flicker, the VCRs’ kindly
rewinded tape and, yes, the laser
discs’… um, laserlicity made up my
Not that I’m complaining. As au pairs
go, one could do a lot worse than
Hitchcock. As religious leaders go,
Saint Capra delivered a homina homina
homily. As teachers go, Mister Wilder
lit the proverbial literary spark in
me... And as father figures go, Bogart
taught me the ropes like a son of a
Here, have a looksee at some my many
“foster parents”. Each one influenced
the who I became...
Callaghan displays a list of his favorite films to THE POTENTAL CLIENT aka "YOU" (a lovely character, wise beyond their years).