Last night I went out with some very good company to the Angelika to see the new Michel Gondry film, The Science of Sleep; a madcap romp through the world of dreams.
Lots of fresh ideas, interesting visuals, and some truly funny dialog kept me quite entertained. Of course, those who don’t like subtitles might want to steer clear, as the dialog is split between French and English. Me, I don’t mind them so much, so it’s all good. The ending was a little strange, but considering the way the film attempted to blur the line between reality and dreams, I guess that’s forgivable. Just chalk it all up to the insanity of the ride, I suppose.
Aside: If there has been one historic truth about me, it’s that I have not been much of a movie goer. Of course, having New York city as your backyard tends to get you out into the theater more often. I’ve probably seen more movies in the past year than in the last five back in my Jersey shore digs.
