I think I'd give anything to regain my innocence and watch it again like for the first time... God, this must be amazing. Of course I didn't forget my first time (and neither my second, nor my third), but I find it close to impossible to recall the mood. I can remember that I was on the edge of my seat in the car scene and the coming out scene, and I do remember that I was filled with bliss when I left the cinema, feeling ready to embrace the whole world. Still, I only remember
that it was so, I cannot remember the suspense or the bliss itself, if you know what I mean. It is such a distant memory. Lucky you if the film still does that for you. It doesn't do it for me, I am afraid to say, after so many years. I still admire it when I see it, but I don't get drawn into it anymore. The drugs don't work.