Great movie. Possibly the worst theatrical viewing conditions seen to date. So hindered was the environment that it's almost not movielog-worthy. But I'll make an attempt.

Let's try for a comparison. The Matrix meets Alice in Wonderland meets.... Seven? Maybe a little Millenium (tv show) mood thrown in for good measure. Damn that was a wacky trip though.

Need it be said that I loved the camera work and visual artistry? How could anyone who watches this movie not? Some amazing stuff.

Also some very gruelling, lose your lunch type of imagery. It fit the mood and story though.

Talk about some wild, subliminal dream trips. That stuff was just rockin. (And sorry if this movielog entry lacks descriptive intelligence. It's late at night. I'm tired.)

Back to the "possibly worst viewing conditions ever" note, it's times like this that one realizes the advantages of a private DVD home viewing. Scratchy film. In this case, much moreso than usual. At several points during the movie, it detracted significantly from the visual experience. But that was the least of the problems on this night.

Sound. When it was on, it was of decent quality, I suppose, but nothing special. (It almost harkened back to the pre-digital surround sound film days, but would have been quite listenable had it been stable.) Unfortunately, at many points during the movie, the sound would cut completely off for a second or two, come back, cut again, come back, and then resume as normal. It got worse toward the end. The climax of the movie was impossible to enjoy, because the sound was chopping in and out the entire time. The final lines of dialoge were almost completely missed. It doesn't end there.

For Chrissakes, who told all the morons to invade the particular movie I happened to be watching on this night? Those girls a couple rows back... laughing at the most unfunny times, making a general noise otherwise, babbling during the dialoge. People like that really ought to be shot. Of course, the guys weren't much better, I'm sorry to say. Okay, we know Jennifer Lopez is pleasing to the eye. This does NOT mean that the rest of the people in the theater want to hear hollering and catcalls from jocks with brains the size of a fly's wing when she appears onscreen. Please.

Well, after that sorry excuse for a theatrical showing, I headed straight for the customer service desk, all ready to complain. There was a line. Many of the people in that line had come from the same source as myself. Before I even said a word, the guy said, "Can I see your stub?" Immediately upon presenting it, I had a movie pass thrust into my hand. Okay, I guess somebody already got the point.

With that attempt at a Friday night evening entertainment over, maybe I'll go back in the near future in the hopes of getting a real viewing of The Cell. Or maybe I'll wait for the DVD, and save the pass for another show.