My hands shake as I write these lines.

Six months ago I saw this film at the Los Feliz 3 with two friends and walked out feeling horrible. I found the film to be repulsive, derivative, and the risks it took (the flying scene, in particular) reminded me of a student film. I discussed it with said friends for an hour, then felt I was over it.

For six months it nagged at my brain like a parasite, begging me to think about it even though I kept refusing to.

Tonight I watched it again and deemed it a masterpiece. Every issue I had was seen in a new light, one that showcased its bluntness, its ability to transgress my own opinions on subject matter I thought I knew, and its powerful message that I chose to avoid.

Aside from seeing it as one of the most mesmerizing films of the year, I'm also asking myself what such a reversal of opinions and thoughts says about me as a movie-watcher. Am I an idiot? Did I trick myself because I refused to confront what the movie presented to me? Was I denying its virtues because I denied my own?

I am going to delete this review when I'm finished writing it.