When I was a kid, cinema and movies were an indulgent outlet that captivated my imagination. When I turned on a movie, everything else that happened that day would defer to what was on screen. It didn't matter "how bad" a movie was because I didn't know what that meant, it was more of a matter of "did I enjoy it?" or "was it boring?" Of course, as a 6 year old, I didn't actually ask myself those questions, but as an adult, I think we often find ourselves inadvertently asking ourselves the same questions when we were curious children—Films are an exposé of our ability to tell stories through moving picture and sound, and there is a fundamental resonance that appeals to our inclination toward a good story, no matter what age—That's what I know now, but it was also what I always understood then.