the king of pandora

I saw AVATAR last night. You know that feeling you get when you're in a movie theater and you're seeing something new and your mind is being blown left and right and it feels so real and you're just sitting there in your seat with a big fat smile on your face and you're hoping the film will never end? Like when you saw JURASSIC PARK and LORD OF THE RINGS for the first time and then you left the theater and you ran into the woods laughing, looking for dinosaurs and hobbits and even though you didn't see any you could hear them and you knew they were out there because you had just seen them on the screen and everything felt a little more magical? Well AVATAR is kind of like that. I didn't even mind the cheesy dialogue and simple story because I was so engrossed with the visuals. I would say it's the most fully realized alien world ever put on film and the true star of the movie. The whole thing is a big fat beautiful blue and green lucid dream straight from James Cameron's brain.

the hell of your mind

I saw ANTICHRIST last night. Whoa momma! It was a disturbing film with lots of beautiful and horrific moments. During the most intense scene a dude in the row behind me began to have some kind of seizure. It looked like he was snoring with his eyes open and his head was rolling all around. His friend was frantically shaking him and yelling for someone to call 911. So I called 911 while on the movie screen Charlotte Gainsbourg was bashing Willem Dafoe's penis with a rock and drilling through his leg. The dude came to after a minute and was totally fine but decided to skip the rest of the film. Did the intensity of the scene bring about his freakout? Was it a coincidence? Or perhaps just another reminder from Lars von Trier that chaos reigns.