I'm not a huge fan of Tim Burton.
I don't adore Johnny Depp.
I went to see Alice in Wonderland in 3D with Wolfling this evening primarily because it was something fun for us to do together.
I did not expect to have an experience of magic.
I did not expect to feel joy and wonder and a renewed hope of extrordinary possibilities.
I felt like I was twelve years old again.
Don't ask me to describe the movie or analyze why it felt the way it did to me. If I turn on my Queen of Swords analysis, all the flaws pop up and I wonder how it could have had the impact it did.
For once -- as I used to do all the time -- I'm just going to revel in the magic.
I'm going to let it continue the process of bringing me fully back to life. Back to myself. Back to a part of my core that's been missing for a very long time.