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Talking with Tracie about the inherent value of various art forms tonight (tv vs. film, music vs. painting, etc.) and whenever I was talking about the artistic beauty of cinema, the example I kept coming back to time after time was 2001: A Space Odyssey. It’s been a year since I watched it for the first time and while it’s not my favorite movie, it left me with a sense of awe and wonder that I’ve never gotten from anything else. It was beautiful, overwhelming yet delicate, and even now, I still can’t believe it even exists. The great irony in this conversation was that Tracie was stridently defending books and saying that films generally weren’t as literary and if I’m going to hail 2001 as film’s greatest achievement then she certainly has a point there.
I just know that if I don’t see 2001 on a big screen before I die, I will be supremely disappointed.
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