I'm inhumanly tired. I lose my breath when I walk. One week of training to become a human robot does that to you. I just saw this movie called war of the worlds. It's a good movie, inasmuch as it kept me entertained, and made me gasp and feel hopeless just at the right places. I wonder if the original book version would've been a more satisfying experience than seeing this movie. Since I can't really read this book now without seeing Tom Cruise as the lead role, I think I am going to put if off until I finish reading all the books I want to read. Considering that there are hundreds and hundreds of books that I want to read, the chances of me ever reading this book in a lifetime is next to zero. Hmmmm......

The special effects was seemless. The advent of technology astonishes me sometimes. To think that we're living in a time where you can see a church split and half, and aliens snooping in the basement as if these incidents were just part of things you witness in everyday life is unbelievable to me.

The emotional response you commit to these images, like they are real to us, like you can feel them. Skin touching skin, the shine of a varnished furniture, the certainty of drawn curtains; these are real images taken from real life. Not aliens from a different planet set on conquering our planet. But the power of the cinema is that they take the foreigness of an idea, concept, story, out of the movie reel and bring into your conscious: direct contact.

...... I guess this is what they mean when they say movie magic.