I graduated from university in the spring of 1999, but kept heading back there one weekend a month or so for the rest of that year for the anime club showings (looking for any sort of work, I didn't contemplate starting a collection of my own) and to stay acquainted with my friends. One slow Sunday morning during one of those summer visits, though, I decided to head down to a movie theatre and see The Phantom Menace again. Going to a movie again while it was still in theatres seemed an unprecedented indulgence for me, but I suppose that, after having come out of the opening-night showing in my own home town with a pleased sense of relief I hadn't been offended the way too many others already seemed to have been, had even really liked the movie, I had a feeling of almost wanting to test that first experience. The theatre was almost empty, but I still had the somewhat vague sense that, not having to brace myself in anticipation of some unseen, uncontemplatable moment somehow too terrible to endure, I had liked it more the second time than the first.
( Reflections 'in depth...' )
( Reflections 'in depth...' )