I recently took my 11-year-old daughter to see Step Up 3-D, a dance movie produced by Adam Shankman, choreographer and a judge on the reality t.v. show, "So You Think You Can Dance." Slim on plot but with plentiful excellent dance segments, I'm not entirely sure it was worth the $13 ticket price for me and the $9.50 ticket price for my daughter. But she seemed to really enjoy it, and there was a hot male lead, although a little young for me, so I'm still kind of on the line.
The main thing that bothered me about the movie, though, was that it was in 3-D. I don't understand this fascination with 3-D at all. Granted, while 3-D is infinitely better than it was 20 years ago, I still seem to be missing the point.
When I go to a movie, I want to get lost in the story. I want to forget I'm in a theater surrounded by other people, and lose myself in the lives of the characters, whether it's a romance, thriller, or horror movie. It's the same reason I read.
When a novel is well-written, I see the story like a movie. But it's better in some respects, because I can also smell what the characters are smelling, hear what the characters are hearing, and feel what the characters are feeling. I don't want anything ripping me out of the story, like a typo or a direct address to me as a reader.
3-D is a distraction that rips me out of the story. I can be totally engrossed in the characters and the story, and then all of a sudden confetti appears to be flying in my face, or a foot kicks off the screen at me. That only serves to remind me I am watching a movie, albeit it one with good special effects.
I don't want to be constantly reminded that I'm watching a movie any more than i want to be reminded I'm reading a book. While there is something to be said for the actual picture looking more realistic on the screen, at some point 3-D becomes distracting and yanks me out of the experience. I'll take a well-written book over a good 3-D movie any day.
Causes Holli Castillo Supports
American Diabetes Association, American Breast Cancer Association, Lazarus House New Orleans