I love them. I still call them films but they’re called “immersives”. Ugh! When my parents were my age, I remember them flicking through their memories on their phone. It’s lovely stepping back into my life: childhood birthday parties and holidays. Family events. There’s no doubt, you’re there. The colours and of course the depth; the sounds from all direction. My son bought me the upgrades so the smells of those cakes… Of course, what’s missing; what I’d love to see is my dad. I. Remember him but not his face. He was always wearing the unit, making the… immersive.