The film ends.
Mum and daughter are on the sofa talking.
Dad is spiralling around the room belting out "Pure imagination" at the top of his voice, occasionally stopping to point at something with his imaginary cane.
Mum: "What did you think? Which version was your favourite?"
Daughter: "I liked it, I liked the other one best"
Dad suddenly stops with an expression of crestfallen bewilderment.
Mum: "You can like whichever one you want best, darling" with a pointed glare at her husband...
... Dad starts belting outing "The Candy Man" and marching around the room.
Complete nostalgia head rush.
Still an unbeatable performance from Gene Wilder.
Why have I waited over two decades to rewatch this?
Too much time and too little to do...
Strike that... Reverse it.