Cinematic Perfection

Cinematic Perfection.

No single two words can be more suited to the genius that is this masterpiece of all moving picture shows.

The acting: Sublime.

The script: Dramatic.

The visual effects: Like you can smell, taste, even hear the water, or feel the blood running through poor, downtrodden, dam-bolt-bulleted Frank's fingers. Delicious.

The sound effects: When David and Garth run-crawl through the metal tube, you can hardly tell the difference between above mentioned and a tin can rattled by a spoon. Technological brilliance.

The Direction: Standing ovation. And kneel in submission.

The Conclusion: Hands down, the single most thrilling moment in filmography. *Spoiler Alert* The makeout scene involving the legendary dam architect, David Arthur Powell, and the sexy sultress interim mayor, Natalie Powell. *Spoiler Alert conclusion* It just captures the embrace of the audience, the latter flailing in desparate attempts to tie up the loose ends of their frazzled psyche. The estranged, mentally unstable husband. The mayor-wife searching for answers through the fog of love. and hate. The strong, Einstein's-Theory-of-Relativity-smart, 12 year old puberty-ridden Garth, resentful and abandoned, abandoned resentfully. The plight of Deputy Sherrif Bloom beginning the movie in shy obscurity, but coming out, Blooming if you will, into a passionate and firm officer of the law. If you cannot shed a tear for the moment that brings these lives back out into the light where we belong. Wherever we belong. If you cannot shed, then you must be dead. Emotionally. Bravo.

If only just for one day I could rate a movie above 10 stars.

10.1 / 10

The Endnote: If you have not had the privilege, nay honour, to witness this movie-industry revolutionary then you may as well not witness life itself. Here's lookin' at you kid. Good night and Good Luck.