I went to see A Bugs Life as a child with my mother. I went to the toilet half way through and wondered into the wrong showing. This was the nineties and The Exorcist was being rereleased in cinemas. I only saw less than a minute of it. But it was enough to scar me for the next decade, steering as clear of this film as possible.
I later studied it at film school. Only as a young man realising the power of this film. Not only the thick dread that lingers throughout the showing time but the triumph that comes in its final moments when good vanquishes evil with the ultimate sacrifice. It’s a masterpiece of not just horror but filmmaking to. On the subject of faith the film also excels in depicting a man who has lost his and must somehow regain it to fight evil personified.