I was definitely marked for life when I was 6 (in 1968) by the Russian film
The Amphibian Man. You can only realize how strong it had to be if you understand that in 1968, after the Soviet army invaded us (I mean Czechoslovakia), we all absolutely hated everything Russian, and could not stand all those Soviet films we were permanently fed and brain-washed with. Surprisingly, this film, although Soviet, totally bewitched me, and possibly is at the root of my obsession with diving (or was it vice versa, and I liked it just because I was already pre-programmed to be an aquatic person?).
I never saw it again since that time, but for years it represented the strongest cinema experience for me. I know I can find it now on a DVD, and there is even a more modern series inspired by it, but I hesitate ordering them - afraid of destroying the good memories.
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