King Kong

Some thoughts after returning from yet another movie where somebody decided to talk out loud while the movie was playing. I should thank these people sometimes, because if it were not for them, I would have less to write about:

This poor man probably never got enough attention in his life, and his only voice comes inside a darkened theater, where he knows that everyone is there to listen. But not to him. But in his mind, this is as good an opportunity that he will ever have in his life. And that is unfortunate.

This world is structured to confuse every human being into forms of addiction that is profitable to retailers.

An ape was on the screen, beating his chest, to show that he was the strongest in the land. Art imitating life yet once again.

Because there is no rationalizing with a wild animal, I try not to be anywhere near them.

Paraphrase from what Roger Ebert said: People will sit through 20 minutes of theater commercials, then through another 15 minutes of upcoming movie trailers, but will complain when a movie runs longer than 2 hours.

There is no shame in not knowing; the shame comes from not wanting to know.

When it comes to why things happen, we can believe one of three things: a) There is a reason for everything. b) There is no reason for anything. c) Sometimes there’s a reason for some things. I pick a) because I really believe in c), that sometimes there’s a reason for some things. But since I don’t know when those “sometimes” moments happen, I may as well believe it is happening all the time.

Thank God that I saw this movie already, on the first day that it opened, in a packed theater full of movie geeks. During that showing, everyone was quiet, applauded at the right moments, and paid more attention to the movie instead of munching on their popcorn or talking on their cellphones. The film stock was fresh and had no flaws, the sound was perfect, and I was able to experience the movie in as pure a setting as possible. It was 100% geeky. It was 100% respectful.