a tale of two movies
Actually, two tales, each about a movie. I went to see two movies last week. Thursday, I went to see the Great Debaters with Esin. It was an excellent movie, and I highly recommend it. End of tale one. Yep, short and sweet. The other is a bit more involved.
Friday night, I went to see Cloverfield with Shane and my brother Ryan. I think it's a good movie, but I only got to see half an hour of it, at which point I was so sick I had to leave the theater. No, it wasn't food poisoning, and no, the movie didn't gross me out.
I got motion-sick, or some variant thereof. At first I wondered what was going on, and then I remembered my experiences with the Blair Witch Project and Castle Wolfenstein from my youth.
Blair Witch and Cloverfield are shot hand-held. Wolfenstein (and its contemporaries, Doom and Quake), as a first-person shooter (FPS), simulates a hand-held camera. With that hand-held perspective comes a lot of camera motion caught on film.
I left my theater viewing of Blair Witch at one half hour, and I never could play a FPS for more than a half hour. I've not played a FPS in a very long time now.
When that motion consumes my field of vision but my inner does not detect the motion, I get very sick. As I think about the experience, I'm getting a bit queasy. It must take a while to completely wear off.
Anyway, as soon as I left the theater, the symptoms started subsiding. It's truly a bizarre experience -- I cannot control it at all, and it's very frustrating.
I did eventually watch Blair Witch on DVD, and I'll do the same with Cloverfield. I also must because Shane wouldn't tell me anything else about the movie. Since my TV doesn't consume my field of vision, I don't get motion sick watching handheld films there.
No, I've never gotten sick on a boat. Yes, I've been a bunch of times: small boats, big boats. Lots of motion, and a little. Never a problem.
I've gotten motion sick on an airplane only once: it was a 15-passenger twin prop, and we were flying over the Rockies from Denver to Cortez (or was it Durango?). It was svery cold, and we were in clouds -- I couldn't see any point of reference outside. I remember watching ice form on the center of the propeller and then fly off. It was a very bumpy ride. I figured out that my body was feeling motion but not seeing it. I coped by starting out the window, looking for non-moving definite cloud shapes that contrasted with the airplane's motion in which I was strapped. It was the same feeling I got watching Cloverfield; very frustrating.
Friday night, I went to see Cloverfield with Shane and my brother Ryan. I think it's a good movie, but I only got to see half an hour of it, at which point I was so sick I had to leave the theater. No, it wasn't food poisoning, and no, the movie didn't gross me out.
I got motion-sick, or some variant thereof. At first I wondered what was going on, and then I remembered my experiences with the Blair Witch Project and Castle Wolfenstein from my youth.
Blair Witch and Cloverfield are shot hand-held. Wolfenstein (and its contemporaries, Doom and Quake), as a first-person shooter (FPS), simulates a hand-held camera. With that hand-held perspective comes a lot of camera motion caught on film.
I left my theater viewing of Blair Witch at one half hour, and I never could play a FPS for more than a half hour. I've not played a FPS in a very long time now.
When that motion consumes my field of vision but my inner does not detect the motion, I get very sick. As I think about the experience, I'm getting a bit queasy. It must take a while to completely wear off.
Anyway, as soon as I left the theater, the symptoms started subsiding. It's truly a bizarre experience -- I cannot control it at all, and it's very frustrating.
I did eventually watch Blair Witch on DVD, and I'll do the same with Cloverfield. I also must because Shane wouldn't tell me anything else about the movie. Since my TV doesn't consume my field of vision, I don't get motion sick watching handheld films there.
No, I've never gotten sick on a boat. Yes, I've been a bunch of times: small boats, big boats. Lots of motion, and a little. Never a problem.
I've gotten motion sick on an airplane only once: it was a 15-passenger twin prop, and we were flying over the Rockies from Denver to Cortez (or was it Durango?). It was svery cold, and we were in clouds -- I couldn't see any point of reference outside. I remember watching ice form on the center of the propeller and then fly off. It was a very bumpy ride. I figured out that my body was feeling motion but not seeing it. I coped by starting out the window, looking for non-moving definite cloud shapes that contrasted with the airplane's motion in which I was strapped. It was the same feeling I got watching Cloverfield; very frustrating.
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