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And none of it, along with so many more billions of dollars worth of economic impact - let alone the catastrophic humanitarian costs - had any reasonable need to occur. But you know... that all-consuming russian inferiority complex and cruelty, ignorance and alcoholism, corruption and ineptitude.

Heil Hiller!

So... kinda like a wavefunction?

So they way I'm understanding this, it was a perfect alignment for the signal to become amplified and pointing in our direction, the hydrogen gas became a sort of electromagnetic lens, but it was precisely and exclusively that - an electromagnetic phenomenon, unlike a gravitational lens, which occurs with warped spacetime.

This guy's style seems to me to be radically orthodox, in the context of his own era. This guy was pushing forcefully in the opposite direction as JMW Turner was doing at the same time.

Yeah, I gotta agree. Except for its' bookends, the film lacked a sense of immediacy that the first one had in droves.

But that final shot, man... that one very last image...
I am aware it's a mental, faulty-memory mirage, but that moment alone raises this film's estimation in my incomplete recollection of it, when it came out... I might have even seen it in a theater, not quite sure. Might have rented it on DVD. It's a patchy, unraveling quilt, that's how bad my memory of it is... and the final image stands out.

Oh, but I have a MUCH more vivid memory of 28 Days Later, remember the plot with fairly clear detail, went to see it twice on a large screen.

And that, in a nutshell, is me agreeing with you.

EDIT: It's amazing when you think about it, Danny Boyle has such an incredible gut instinct, has managed to catch lightning in a bottle at least three times, and that's several times more than most directors.

Trainspotting.
28 Days Later.
Slumdog Millionaire.

Personally, I much prefer Sunshine over Slumdog and believe it has had a more lasting impact, but I remember it being ignored in its' day.

But I can tell you this: in my town, Sunshine hung on in the theater, word of mouth kept bringing people into the seats. One of 'em was me, twice.
No publicity to speak of. All word of mouth.
If Sunshine had come out in the past few years, it would be given an Oppenheimer/Nolan-style red carpet treatment.

They really did drop the ball by not going in between a couple of years after 28 Weeks Later, and making 28 Months Later.

My mind insists on connecting the missing dots,
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Ok, this happened in another school near my own, a catholic school run by priests strict to the point of unreasonable, asshole-level old school strict, they even applied corporal punishment every once in a while.

The story spread like wildfire, there were a ton and a half of cross-school friendships between that particular school and mine. This was "somewhere in Mexico", to keep it anonymous.
Strap in, it's a long story but it's a doozy.

There was this really overweight kid, he wasn't bullied or anything, he had friends and everything.
One day in the middle of class, he raised his hand - "May I be excused? I really need to go to the restroom", and the dismally unsurprising response was - "Certainly NOT! Learn to hold it in! bE a MaN!" A few minutes later, a foul stench spread across the classroom. The kid didn't say anything, he just got up and walked out, as everybody stared in a stunned silence.

Everyone in class stormed the windows from inside to see the kid as he walked across the school yard towards the restrooms, on its' own building, and locked himself inside. One classmate suddenly yelled out - "The shitter!", and within a few seconds the entire classroom joined in a loud chorus - "THE SHITTER! THE SHITTER!"

Par for the course with these sociopathic and incompetent priests, everyone knew there was no paper in the restrooms, a common occurrence.

This poor kid stayed locked inside the restroom as a teacher here and a priest there knocked on the door and attempted to negotiate. This went on for a couple of hours, until the kid's brother arrived at school, walked across the yards, carrying a fresh change of clothes, knocked on the restroom door and was let inside.

By this point, everything in school was at a standstill, every single student in every single classroom was glued to the windows, staring in silence. You could hear a pin drop. Then the door opened, kid and his brother walked out, and headed for the school exit.

Then one kid shouted - "The shitter!", and now the ENTIRE school, from every classroom window, joined in the chorus - "THE SHITTER! THE SHITTER!!!"

The poor kid never did return, he transferred to another school. On the one hand, surely out of shame, but on the other, because the casual, mindless and indifferent cruelty the goddamned priests imposed on children. In a more empathetic, humane school, this would have not happened.

Here's the cool epilogue - when this kid attended high school some years later, nobody bothered him about the incident, he had his own band of friends, went to parties and everything. When the story was told, the emphasis was on the asshole priests. That's a comforting thought.

Nature is healing!

Gee, I wonder why?

Anybody wanna bet that if this hadn't gained traction on social media, they would have plowed right through with it?

One time I visited London, I stayed at a friend's house. Just my luck, guess which station was the one nearest. And it was confusing, there was also a Clapham Station and a Clapham Something-Or-Other in the area, confusing to a newbie to say the least.
There was a lovely pub nearby, at least. The Fox & Hounds.