My sister recently got back in touch with a childhood friend who fondly remembers being cast in one of the silent movies I wrote and directed in my late teens. It was a jolly little drama about black magic and demonic possession- and we shot it with a wind-up 8mm movie camera in and around Hadlow Castle- which is as gothick a location as could be wished for. The film is a lost masterpiece and my ambitions to be the next Jean-Luc Godard soon faded but this woman credits her involvement in the project with firing her life-long interest in the performing arts.
Which goes to show you never fully understand what you're doing or how you may be affecting and influencing other people...
