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Had to stay home from the in-laws New Years Day traditional get-together (sore throat and stuffy nose, and they all smoke... gak).
So I snuggled down on the couch with a pot of tea and those Russian Mints I mentioned last post, and watched "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence" for the 15th time.
Wow.
Incredible. Breathtaking. Dreamlike. Metaphorical. Difficult. Frustrating. Inspiring. Utterly visually gorgeous. Leaves more questions than it answers.
Is David's love real? Is his attachment to Monica innocent devotion or destructive obsession? In the end, what do all our human works amount to? And what if God, after creating us to love Him, ends up not taking due care of us and we suffer the same fate (existentially) as David?
And I cried at the very end... again.
"...so David went to sleep too... and for the first time in his life, he went to the place where dreams are born."
*sniffle*
And I still want a Gigolo Joe of my own, dammit!
So I snuggled down on the couch with a pot of tea and those Russian Mints I mentioned last post, and watched "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence" for the 15th time.
Wow.
Incredible. Breathtaking. Dreamlike. Metaphorical. Difficult. Frustrating. Inspiring. Utterly visually gorgeous. Leaves more questions than it answers.
Is David's love real? Is his attachment to Monica innocent devotion or destructive obsession? In the end, what do all our human works amount to? And what if God, after creating us to love Him, ends up not taking due care of us and we suffer the same fate (existentially) as David?
And I cried at the very end... again.
"...so David went to sleep too... and for the first time in his life, he went to the place where dreams are born."
*sniffle*
And I still want a Gigolo Joe of my own, dammit!
