The power of obsession.

And indeed most of my faults are peppered with the ills of obsession, among them a compelling obsession to bring others through movies I loved so that they too can feel the wonderous excitment and happiness I felt.
Moives are like puzzles, I like to think.
each detail, each word, each twist is a puzzle piece.
And the final moments, are like the after-taste of a good piece of ba kua.
If its delicate, subtle flavours are to be appreciated in full, each of these small pieces must be picked up with care.
Today I realise that the exacting approach and rapt attention I believe is key to true movie appreciation can be sorely disregarded for equally valid movie-watchig philosophys.
This can in fact, be turned into a Lang Arts question. Why was I wrong?
I think I have the full answer now.
Because I failed to realise that even under the same conditions, whether or not ideal, different viewers watching the same thing in the same way can receive a movie in totally different ways.
More crucially, there are more than one way to appreciate a movie.

The Prestige was a good one,
I now regret that in my very eagerness to make it a good movie experience, I may have in fact, ruined it.