Now that I've had a chance to sleep on it, I'll comment on the movie. First, it was absolutely beautiful to watch and downright spectacular from a cinematic perspective. The 3D wasn't overdone and seemed perfectly natural in the movie's setting.

For the sake of my friends who hate spoilers, I'll try not to give anything away. If you haven't seen it, the trailer is embedded below.

The story was tense and deeply personal as shared by the two actors; my heart raced and I found myself fighting back tears on a couple of occasions. Perhaps my greatest emotion was anger. I was honestly incensed at the premise for the disaster that follows, and for the disaster itself. It pissed me off to even consider that something like this could happen and I found the loss resulting from the disaster far greater than anything that happened to the characters.

So it was great, but a day later, I'm feeling much less excited by it. Almost 30 years later, I still get goosebumps thinking about the IMAX film "The Dream is Alive" and, more recently, "Destiny in Space", and even "Hail, Columbia!" (not quite IMAX quality). The sense of wonder I experienced watching those movies still haunts me to this day and nothing I saw last night took me further. Perhaps it's the balance of wonder over terror that tipped me away from truly being transported. Or maybe I'm just jaded from constantly being amazed — no, that's not it. Maybe I was right the first time.

Space is cool. It's amazing, beautiful, and exciting. If the message is "in space, no one can hear you scream," then give me a scary space monster and lots of things blowing up. If you're going to dazzle me with the wonders of space, then inspire me. Challenge me. Entertain me but don't give me a 90 minute disaster in slow motion.

Yeah, it was great. But there's a really good chance I won't see it again.

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