When I was a kid , back when broadcast TV showed old movies, this film was on TV a lot. It is the first film I remember seeing more than once (in those pre-VHS days). The repeated viewings led to me starting to recognize things: lines of dialogue, camera movement, rhythm of editing. It’s the film that smashed open my brain with the shock that movies are made artifacts, and that movies could be made. And that directors had a hand in the making. (Actually that second revelation came from repeat viewings of “The Apartment” and " Irma La Douce", which led to Billy Wilder being the first director whose name I remembered) It was pure fortune that “Strangelove”, the film that did that for me also happened to be an awesome picture in its own right.