This is not my idea

Rating: 5/10 (25 July 2010)

Normally, I never review movies, as I feel most reviews are written either by shills or psychos, of which I am neither. However, this movie planted an idea in my head that it was a really great movie. It was like a dream, and since its inception I have been compelled to write something wonderful about it. I find this to be fascinating, since my memory of the movie was that of a Vanilla Sky / Dark City swirl as one might see by flushing both down a drain, which I have also been compelled to do but have thus far resisted.
You ask, "but what does this mean?" I answer, "if you must seek out the meaning, then you have missed the point." I feel compelled to give this answer as I feel compelled to relive memories of my dear dead wife, who is actually very much alive and sat next to me in the IMAX theater, protecting her ears from the 12,000 watts of audio this movie cranked out with impunity.
That is my review, hardly one of either a shill or a psycho, as I have told you nothing about the movie, except, perhaps, how compelled I was to write about it. I gave the movie a 50, because I neither endorse or deride it. However, I do feel compelled to say it was the single greatest work of art since the Creation, but that is just my idea and, for the life of me, do not know where I got it.