I am dreading the remake of my favourite film Rebecca. I love the book and the film and the air of mystery is somehow enhanced by it being in black and white. With it are memories of sitting with my son one wet afternoon, he was about 12, the age when the films he liked had lots of special effects, noise, colour, crashes and bangs. He sat with me, enthralled as the story unfolded and I like to think that is what started his love of film as an art, and his appreciation and understanding of lighting, cinematography as a means of getting atmosphere, and the fact that no amount of special effects can trump a very good story.