Roger Ebert revisits Robert Zemeckis' CONTACT; you should, too.
This kind of thing is why Ebert is still Ebert. Rattles off over 1,000 words on a 14-year-old movie and his prose and points make you not only contemplate the nature of the universe, but YOU WANT TO WATCH THE MOVIE AGAIN despite its debilitating McConaughey factor. That, my friends, is blogging magic and the man (Ebert, not McConaughey, obvs) has it shooting out of his pores.
Naturally, the comment string that ensues is pretty epic as well.
Remember that sequence in Contact where the human technicians modify the aliens’ interstellar hamster ball to include an ergonomic chair and safety restraints—and consequently it’s a bumpy ride to Vega until Jodie Foster unbuckles the harness and vacates the seat? I think that lesson applies to a lot of circumstances in life. (lowindustrial)
