poems should be written about the experience of sitting thru 1/2 hr of trailers when waiting for the main feature cuz that is one of the best experiences to be had on this earth. does that sound like hyperbole? i assure you, it ain't. i'm a bit zonked tonight so my little essay-rant for the dark knight will have to wait until tomorrow. but i've been thinking about the round of trailers i watched last night, including a film based on the graphic novel watchmen and what looks like an interesting flick, blindness, based on a novel by jose saramago and starring julianne moore.

sometimes sitting thru a fistful of trailers is better than watching the movie you paid nearly 10 bucks to see. i love them, really. sort of like being in plato's cave watching the shadows on the wall trying to decipher what is real. it is only what we find and experience i suppose that we could use to define reality. but really, is that so, or could there be trapdoors that lead to more doors and so forth. at any rate, trailers [which are shown before the feature film but used to be shown after the movie (which you already know) and the name simply stuck] are very like the doors which lead us into the darker depths of our human being begging us to decipher the known and the nearly-known. trailers are the selling of the soul that sometimes saves it. trailers are where commerce and art meet. yes, virginia, trailers are also the beginning of metaphysics.