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A friend recommended I go and see C.R.A.Z.Y., so on Friday night I did. It is the kind of film that is bound to strike all the right notes with me: there are more feelings than CGI, a substantial dose of humour, and… subtitles – because the film is in the most beautifully sung language in the world (yes, sweeter than Italian): Quebec French!

There is a lot of love throughout the film. A man's powerful love for his five sons, and one of his sons' admiration for him, and a need for approval so strong that it makes him live a lie. Gay and straight love, motherly and brotherly love, love of music and substance abuse.

I had grabbed a few lollipops before the movie so I randomly picked up one during the second half of the film. It turned out to tste like some sort of non-identified berry and revealed a chewing-gum under the candy shell.

Now bear with me, I promise this is going somewhere.

I always go for minty-licorice gum (breath-freshening and thus multi-tasking) that is clearly not designed to blow bubbles with. Not the one I had the other day though. Bold and artificial tasting, big baloons bursting on my face while on screen Zac grows up to the sound of Giorgio Moroder's 'From Here To Eternity'. And I was ten again.

All senses tingling, I left the theatre being reminded by Dr B. that the protagonist's story and family was not dissimilar from mine. And that I even looked like the young protagonist when I was six – Barbie dolls and all.