The fact that I felt some version of this horror-struck compulsion about moving to Massachusetts, rather than flinging myself into the annihilating embrace of an F5 superstorm, probably says everything about how sheltered and helpless I was. But then, that’s why art exists: to remake our most humiliating secret feelings into very expensive metaphors generated by Industrial Light & Magic.
Its amazing that he can take a movie like this and connect it to a greater message.