As we inch closer and closer to Halloween and the New Year on its tail, ever improving hindsight makes one fact abundantly clear: 2009 has been an interesting year.
Creative budget adjustments have paved new, broken-stone ways to stretch and contort every dollar we make. The unemployment rate, as of September, was at a 26-year high and still moving towards darker depths. The Hubble has been repaired, Billy Mayes died and Shatner did Palin.
Bah, humbug Deez
But none of this really matters. They pale in comparison, as a matter of fact, to the subject which these words are inching towards. So funk the economy all together, and the assorted occurrences of the past nine months or so. Christmas is going to be beautiful this year, despite what we don’t find under our collective Christmas Trees. Because our greatest present? No, it isn’t the freakish looking, Jim Carrey plastered Christmas Carol. But something far more grand. Far more real.
Like glittering snow against a backdrop of Autumn leaves, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus will be arriving. Finally. The best present, two front teeth aside, we could possibly ask for. Prepare to be wowed, moved, and maybe even a little hoodwinked. In a good way. December 25th. Boom.
I’ve written about the movie’s details in a previous article (check it out), so I won’t burden you with them here. Instead, I’ll humbly ask that you watch the below trailer once again and revel in the induced excitement with me. Not to mention the dope ass Gilliam visuals. Or the fact that Tom Waits is collecting souls. I couldn’t imagine a better point on which to close out 2009. Could you?
Mon, Oct 19, 2009
Film