A Hard Day’s Night

The Beatles have never failed to put me in a cheerful mood ever since I was thirteen. Eight years after that fateful day when I first listened to the Love album, they still have that same effect on me, especially when I find myself watching their first film A Hard Day’s Night. It’s actually been about two years since I last saw this movie (my younger self is distraught over this), but the timing couldn’t feel more right to watch it again: I had just finished one of my most writing-intensive semesters a couple of days ago, and was in urgent need of a pick-me-up. It wasn’t long before that distinctive opening chord rang throughout the house, and images of smiling Beatles flickered past the screen as they ran around the streets of London with a horde of exuberant fans trailing close behind.

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