But it was brilliant. Literally.
West Side Story has been restored for its 50th anniversary.
And from that opening sequence when the camera pans across New York, it was a joy to see it on the big screen. I think I've only once seen it at the cinema before.
I was jiggling in my seat (I know, I know but there were rows and rows of empty seats.)
I was barely refraining from singing along.
And the colours ... why have I never noticed the wonderful colour before? The stained glass door in Maria's apartment, dresses in the bridal store, green light reflected on a cobbled street ...
I loved it. This wasn't the film I knew from afternoons in front of the television. It felt as vibrant as if I were seeing it for the first time back in 1961. (I got talking to an older woman who had brought along her original souvenir programme.)
And there was an Intermission. I love an Intermission. All that was missing was a Look at Life.
And continuous performances. Remember continuous performances? Now if they'd only revived those, I'd have settled down in my seat and watched it through again.