I was lying there in ecstasy, realising that existence and the formal projection of a self are distinctly separate and within the means of human control but all the time in the back of my mind I'm thinking "Does this make me French? Does this make me French?".
Neeson now seems to play roles that combine the everyday concerns of middle-age men (being a father and husband), a 'particular set of skills' (black-belt upf**kery), and under-the-radar sexism (women either need to be saved or simply don't feature) to box office success.
Everything changes when you have children. You enter a whole new world with a whole new vocabulary. Baby-wearing, perineal massage, Bugaboo - yours is a new language. But parenthood also twists the words in your very mouth too.
The UK has a proud tradition of completely ignoring the crème de la crème of American comedy, possibly due to TV bosses' inability (or reluctance) to broadcast great shows on our television screens. Lack of budget? Full schedules? Unfathomable ignorance?
We still find it hard to discuss social class. It can feel like a conversational minefield, sown with the potential for disaster: there are so many subtleties of language, identity and heritage that it can feel perilous just to raise the subject.
We have a flourishing independent film scene. Micro-budget projects being built from the ground up, mostly through crowdfunding. And we have the huge superhero movies, but the in-betweens, the films that people really care about, have vanished.