What does it say about me that I enjoyed…

…2010: The Year We Make Contact as much, if not more, than 2001: A Space Odyssey?

I usually dislike Kubrick films for their misanthropy and general sense that the world was spinning down. I guess it felt that way at the time. (I’ll avoid turning this into an anti-boomer rant.)

2001, was different, of course. I admire the sense of wonder he brought to the movie,. Yet I am also a little annoyed by the sense he made a movie nobody was supposed to “get” — there is an answer to the mystery, but you can’t figure it out from the available clues. You shouldn’t play with the audience that way, especially after giving them an sucking them in for about 15 hours of bopping through the solar system and homicidal computers.

I caught the last half hour of 2010 this morning while on the elliptical machine. I still like it. Most likely because I caught it with my dad in the theater. 1984 was a good year for me.