Look, I don’t want to be one of those people who tells you that I’ve seen THE BEST MOVIE and you HAVE to see it because it’s SO AWESOME. Then you get all excited and go see it and feel at least slightly let down because you were expecting a quality level like Star Wars meets The Godfather meets Paths of Glory meets Old School meets Deer Hunter. Then I feel defensive because you didn’t have the same passionate reaction that I did. I even start to wonder if we really have that much in common if you didn’t think the movie was as kick ass as I did. Things get awkward between us because you keep making a joke about how I exaggerate and probably think that Space Balls was the best movie ever and I kid that you went to Rome and saw the Colosseum and thought “Meh. It’s old.”
But this time it’s different. I’m going to be careful, I’m not going to overdo it. I’ve done breathing exercises to rid my brain of hyperbolic terms and try and keep calm.
It’s Fantastic Mr. Fox.
I enjoyed it so much I would go back and see it again at a crowded theater. On a Saturday night. I would wait in line and sit in crumby seats next to teenagers who alternate between cooing at the screen and making out furiously.
Did I talk it up too much? I won’t say anything else. I just hope you like it as much as I did, because if you don’t I’ll wonder about our relationship.
