And yet, I felt a great sadness. It was like looking at that last wrapped present under the Christmas tree. Yes, it's going to be awesome, but after it's open, present time is over and I have to go take a shower and get ready for dinner and stuff.
I had to call Gamer and express all of this. He warned that in my schoolgirl-like giddiness, I may have gotten my hopes too high and that the movie could only go downhill and it hadn't even started yet.
It didn't go downhill. I was holding my head in disbelief for parts of it, and clapping and cheering like some sort of mental patient. It was everything I had hoped. I literally have a cut on my palm from where my fingernail broke the skin.
And now for a special note to Charlie "Two Weeks Notice was even better than Maid in Manhattan" Stoessell and other idiot movie critics: The reason why the conclusion secnes were 45 minutes long is because this is a TWELVE HOUR MOVIE. You can't just wrap it up in the usual 5 minutes.
I hate you, Charlie Stoessel.