Realization.

Roughly 12 hours after I saw Alice In Wonderland, I realized exactly why it was so good. It took me that long to realize that not ONCE during the movie or for that entire 12 hours afterwards, I didn't ever think "Oh, hey, that was a really cool effect!" or "WOW, that animation really was spectacular!"

Never. I completely, 100% accepted the world that Tim Burton showed me. Wonderland happened. He didn't make it, he presented it as it was, and I saw it and accepted it. And THAT is why it was an amazing movie.


And now for something completely different.

How bad is it, on a scale of 1 to never-speaking-to-me-again, that I vastly and genuinely prefer the Lindsay Lohan version of Edge of Seventeen to Stevie Nicks's original?