Moonrise Kingdom

I just finished watching Moonrise Kingdom, the newest Wes Anderson film.  I know that I should probably take a little bit more than 20 minutes to let it all settle in, but I can't wait that long.  There are so many insane emotions welling up inside me and I need to let them loose.  This movie was so out of control.  It was beautifully shot and made me feel as if I were a part of the process, even though I was surrounded by people on all sides.  It was that intimacy, that in-your-face reality that kept me drawn in.  It was utter chaos, and yet so mesmerizing.  It was raw and real but suspended from anything resembling real life.  It was about innocence, but from the mind of a man who had lost his long ago.  How rare is it that we walk into a theater and spend the next 90 minutes with our mouths agape and our lives on hold at the mercy of the moving pictures in front of us?  To be completely enveloped by the angles and dialogue and sheer beauty of the screen scenery?  I did not want it to end.  I had joy, an unadulterated emotion that was unobscured by the objectivity/subjectivity associated with age.  My feelings were free and instinctive.  How often does a movie provide us with so much happiness, or any emotion at all that stays with us on the other side of the turnstiles?  Real life inevitably returns.  And so it will after this movie.  But right now...I have been struck.  Cinema is not dead.  Blockbusters and the money-driven Hollywood society has not taken everything.  There are still so many unique stories waiting to be told in their own personal way.  Sometimes real emotions can come flooding out.  It's a totally refreshing thought.