Black Balloons

My sister just got Phantom of the Opera for her birthday. Grieve for me, weep for me, O daughters of Jerusalem for my doom is at hand.

If it's a phantom why can't it simply disappear?

Episode III: Revenge of the Myth

On Thursday, the last ever opening day for a Star Wars movie I got to see a wonderful final movie with a room full of lazy, ungrateful bums. This is the last of these movies in which returned the Myth back to the Story and everyone there (not my family) acted as if they were factory workers-- they punched in their time card at the beginning of the film and walked out before the credits had begun. Maybe they weren't really lazy, perhaps they had to return to their lives; cooking dinner, doing homework, etc... But if you're going to pay $8.50 to watch a piece of epic fantasy where a little green alien wields a green flashlight while fighting an old man who is Emperor of the known universe and shoot energy from his fingertips-- the least you can do is enjoy yourself and let the so-called real world impale itself on its pretensions.

Also this movie is so much better because it is so much more mythical and (holy golden bovine!) bibical. There is a genuine Devil, an Eve who is also Achilles (that acts like Herod and walks like Frankenstein, and a race of Arthurian Samurai knights falling from grace for their phallic (can I really use that word?) arrogance. All of this filmed in a Romantic/Pre-Raphealite world.

There are silly if not stupid inconsistencies but these are irrelevant to re-entering a wonderful, mythic world.