There are sacred texts one encounters as a child, tomes that come to inhabit every faculty of future existence. Past generations bore witness to the dreams of Spielberg and Lucas. Future filmmakers will speak in hushed voices of the wintry day they sat unassumingly and were touched by the boyish tones of Efron. For me, an unofficial trilogy formed during the mid-1990s that forever changed the face of cinema. On my video shelf. Nicolas Cage unleashed The Rock, Con Air and Face/Off, and in my tiny brain a love was born. Life has continued in this vein.