One Further Thought on 3-D

I think it’s having a secondary effect that’s a positive one that was unintended by its developers. Once people put the glasses on, they tend to focus on the screen.

This may seem self-evident, and I admit my experience is purely anecdotal, but it appears to be cutting down on the increasing rudeness in movie theaters. The theater wasn’t illuminated with the countless glowing screens of people texting or playing video games (seriously). There’s way less of mindless talking and commentary as if people were in their own living rooms. Even smaller children, from whom at least chattering is understandable because they don’t know any better, are quieter and more involved.

That alone makes the format attractive to me.

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Having Just Come Back From Taking Caroline to See Toy Story 1/2 in 3-D…

I am convinced, after seeing the Buzz Lightyear space adventure opening sequence in TS2, that Star Wars absolutely needs to be released in 3-D. Imagine everything from that huge-ášš Imperial destroyer to the leap to warp speed displayed in that format. Mind-blowing.

Plus it’s the only way George Lucas characters will ever be three dimensional.

Zing!

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Roman Hands

I keep thinking about the whole Roman Polanski thing. And I totally get where his supporters are coming from. If the judge, supposedly hungry for publicity, had accepted the plea deal instead of tossing it, then this would long be over. And his victim says that she has long ago moved on and seems to have more of a grudge with the media than her assailant. And I get that because of his advanced age, any jail time is basically a life sentence.

I get all that.

But what I keep coming back around to is this: If it had been one of my thirteen year old daughters who’d been drugged and raped, I’d be sitting in the front row in the courtroom waiting to see the bášŧárd sentenced. And I wouldn’t give a rip about his Oscar or his advanced age or anything except what he did to my little girl.

But that could just be me.

PAD

Cowboy Pete Cuts Into Dexter

Having joined the 21st century by acquiring a DVR, I’ve found that there are few programs these days that I consider to be genuine appointment programming.

One of them is Showtime’s “Dexter.” I simply do not want to wait even an additional hour to find out what happens next, much less a couple of days. “Dexter” is one of those few programs that has outstripped the source material, a series of novels by Jeff Lindsay about a police blood spatter specialist who moonlights as a serial killer. While the books went hideously off the rails with the misguided “Dexter in the Dark,” (although early word seems to be that the latest book has Dexter back on track) the TV series has gone from strength to strength and this new season seems no exception.

Back From Seattle

Kind of beat because I wound up running out to LA the previous week on unexpected business, then came back, was home for a few days and then flew to Seattle and now am back on the East Coast. From a jet lag point of view, I literally don’t know if I’m coming or going.

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