We wasted money tonight to finally see the new Transformers trainwreck on glorious IMAX, and -- memo to IMAX -- I want my money back. There was nothing on that screen that begged for bigger and better.
There was no sweeping vista to get lost in. There was no lingering image enveloping you.
Just even bigger examples of plastic toys smashing each other. Which I guess is the point, except that the jumbo screen just made it clearer what a convoluted pixelated mess it really was.
So here I am a few minutes ago, saying that we should have just gone for the quiet comedy tonight, when this flashes on my screen:
And suddenly the inner geek in me gets all giddy again.
The movie that, in a way, was the real precursor to all things digitally animated. The movie that was way ahead of it's time with it's computerized flying discs and lightcycles.
It's back for it's own dip in the electronic pond, and I can't think of anything better than a revisit to the very start of the digital era.
The Tron reboot is an odd, but fitting, sign of the times.
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