Boys and Bond

Text: Kimmo Kangas
Translation: Pirkko Koivunen

I have been to the cinema dozens and dozens of times. However, part of the charm of going to the movies was lost forever when I reached the magical age of sixteen, the highest age limit for age-rated films. And as everybody knows, nothing tastes as sweet as the forbidden fruit, that is, going to bars, movies and the like when you are underage. Memories of movies, graphic by Leila Oksa.

Thus, one of my liveliest memories related to movies is the time me and my friend decided to go and see the latest James Bond movie. I think it was called License to Kill, starring Timothy Dalton (whom, by the way, I find a most excellent Bond, no matter what people say.)

The movie was rated fifteen in theatres. Me and my friend were eleven or twelve years old. Therefore, we figured that we would need some kind of disguises in order to get in. I recall that I wore a leather jacket to the cinema; I guess I believed that it would make me look like a fifteen-year-old.

We were awfully nervous when we entered the theatre. What a shame it would be, if they refused to sell us tickets at the box-office! However, everything went fine and we got our tickets. But the greatest challenge was still ahead: getting into the cinema itself. The minutes crawled by, sweat broke out on my forehead. I scanned the lounge to make sure that, whatever happened, nobody we knew would bear witness on our possible failure

The doorman slouched to the door and the people queued up. Me and my friend tried to keep to the middle of the crowd in order to sneak in unnoticed. Perhaps the doorman would take the man in front of me for my father…Only three more persons before me, straighten out the jacket. Two persons, stretch yourself. One person, hold your breath, look old. When my turn came, I didn't dare to look the doorman into the eyes, just handed my ticket. Fortunately, the man tore the stub off the ticket and gave the ticket back to me with no fuss. My friend was equally lucky. Our victory may seem small, but what happiness we felt! We felt that we had cheated the system like experienced crooks. The conclusion was clear: we looked like fifteen-year-olds!

Of the film itself, I can't remember a thing. I guess it was OK.


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