My favourite film when I was 12: Jurassic Park
Continuing our series in which writers revisit childhood movie passions, Stuart Heritage recalls wishing the dinosaurs could talk – until he was caught by the epic film-making
I had a Saturday job when I was 12. To try to bulk out their incomes a little, my parents grew plants to sell at a market. At the crack of dawn every weekend, Dad and I would dutifully hook his boxy homemade trailer to the back of his car and we’d drive to Canterbury, where we had a stall in a perpetually freezing indoor market on St George’s Place.
The market is long gone now, first becoming an indoor laser centre and then university accommodation. But the building a couple of doors down remains a cinema. For the most part, the cinema and the market didn’t interact at all. And then, in July 1993, Jurassic Park opened.