I may have written once that it is impossible to have a favorite anything, because the selection is too great.
I could make an exception with films...
Last night, I watched Love, Actually for the, perhaps, twentieth time. If someone held a gun to my head and ordered me to choose a favorite movie, then this would be my salvation.
It is the perfect film (despite my reluctance to use this adjective). I can spot no flaw. It has a perfect script, perfect casting, perfect acting, perfect settings, Perfect music. Perfect editing. You name it...
To understand its values, one must merely attempt to sit through the entire length of the American film industry disastrous attempt to copy the formula, Valentine's Day (I could not!). One soars, the other flounders. They did everything wrong, with the exception of a few nice bits of scenery.
My favorite scene? When Emma Thompson says to her daughter:
"You mean there was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?"
Her daughter's reply: "Duh."
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.