We’re two film buffs, forever born four decades late, finding fold-down seats in the dark where we sit and wait for illusions to fool my eyes and to fill up your heart, for commercials and trailers to give way to high art.

You say this love’s an obscure arthouse movie, no blockbuster special effects or big stars. I say this love still perplexes and moves me from first reel to credits: each frame per second is ours.

We are co-directors unable to keep big mouths zipped, screenwriters punching up lines until they sing off pages of our script, until our stunt doubles and stand-ins can only look on in awe, critics and reviewers are left dropping their collective jaw.

You say this love’s an obscure arthouse movie, no blockbuster special effects or big stars. I say this love remains gorgeous and groovy from first reel to credits, each frame per second is ours.