"The young writer Chuck Wilson reports that his earliest movie memory is of his mother and aunt taking him, when was six, to see "Funny Girl", and as he recalls, '"In the final scene, when Barbra Streisand, as Fanny Brice, sings, "My Man", it seems to me that I grew taller, yes, I leaned forward, some part of me rose up meet the force coming from the screen. . . I was rising to get closer to the woman I saw there. But I also rose to get closer to my self."'
An avidity for more is built into the love of movies. Something else is built in: you have to be open to the idea of getting drunk on movies. (Being able to talk about movies with someone---to share the giddy high excitement you feel---is enough for a friendship.)
Our emotions rise to meet the force coming from the screen, and they go on rising throughout our movie-going lives. When that happens in a popular art form---when it's an experience that we discover for ourselves---it is sometimes disparaged as fannishness. But there's something there that goes deeper than connoisseurship or taste. It's a fusion of art and love." (Pauline Kael, the introduction to "Movie Love", 1991)