Here's something else I like:
Many moons ago I ambled along to the glorious GFT in Glasgow thinking I was going to see "The Cook, The Thief His Wife And Her Lover" (which I have still never seen). I got my dates wrong and instead stumbled upon this gem. I don't care if people criticize it for being sentimental. Not saying I don't agree - just that I don't care. Where would we be if every film was bereft of sentiment? Here's another imponderable; where would "Cinema Paradiso" be if Ennio Morricone had not provided the soundtrack?