“Movies were meant to stay on the screen, flat and large and colorful, gathering you up into their sweep of story, carrying you rollicking along to the end, then releasing you back into your unchanged life. But this movie misbehaved. It leaked out of the theater, poured off the screen, affected a lot of people so deeply that they required endless talismans and artifacts to stay connected to it.” – Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist -- RecklessPrudence
Some stories, they say, are timeless. This is why you find people retelling them so very, very often. Some, once done, can never be done again. Something lacks in the retelling. Something is off in the new version. Something... lacks. The original movie of Harvey, for example, had been re-made in colour, but the remake lacked the appeal of the black and white version.
Some, once told, are never told again. See, Arsenic and Old Lace. Please see Arsenic and Old Lace, you may thank me for it later.
And then... there are the stories that are so powerful that they are not only preserved in their original format, but they change lives in the process of the viewing. Something within, some fragile key element never to be altered, warps minds and souls to its favour and changes the living for the rest of their existence.