Personal Narrative: Citizen Kane

I was maybe 13 when I saw Citizen Kane the first time. When it was over I couldn’t believe my reaction. My hands were shaking, my palms and arm pits sweaty. I felt my heart race like a jackhammer and I knew I more than watched a movie, I experienced one. True, I didn’t understand all the complexities of Kane, but I understood the phenomenal acting and fantastic drama. Years later I would understand more, but in that moment at 13 I saw storytelling for more than a two-dimensional celluloid.
Citizen Kane really wasn’t a weird choice for a teenager: classic era movies were my friends. My mother introduced me to the Universal Monsters series, and I longed to see Karloff as the lumbering Monster or Lugosi as a suave vampire. My father showed me