I just saw the 3-D IMAX Harry Potter movie. I am amazed.
I feel like one of those Stone Age tribesmen who is shown a movie and goes into a panic and tries to attack the screen. The closest thing I can compare it to is a living version of this (and I know only some of you recognize it):
It's a View-Master, a toy that gave the impression you were looking at 3-D images. (Not that effectively. Every photo broke down into the front layer and the back layer.) Okay, now multiply the View-Master effect by a billion, oh, and make birds rise up out of the Grand Canyon or DisneyLand and fly into your face.
I've seen a 3-D movie before, back in the eighties. Something on TV that required the red and green glasses. Not at all convincing. That was what I was expecting. I am stunned. Amazed. My hands reached out to brush debris off me when a key character disintegrated.
I know this makes me sound old. "I remember the first 'talkie.' Folks kept looking around to see where the voices were coming from. You kids today." Speaking of audio, I swear Voldermort kept whispering at me from behind my head. I almost told the people behind us to knock it off. There must be extra speakers in the IMAX theater.
And in addition, I was able to turn to Gary after the movie and laugh, "You were right, Gary, that would have been just as good if we'd waited to see it at home on the 32 inch TV."
We don't have flying cars, but we pretty much have the wall-sized hologram.