The Franklin Institute
Time to bitch. Back in the day, the Imax at the Franklin Institute was something else. I’m talking fourth grade, 1992—Clinton elected, we could all relax (so our parents told us) and take in a sweeping view of the arctic on a mild October day—the first field trip of Fall. What my classmates never knew about me though, those Octobers, was that I enjoyed the pre-film about Philadelphia the most. The camera lunged through little brick and ivy neighborhoods, zoomed across the night sky, and fell with Fall leaves. It was an orgiastic Imax eye-trick that dorkily swelled my heart. There’s a new Philadelphia film up now, which I saw while checking out Galapagos (which is a thrown together piece of shit) and it is so nauseatingly post-9/11. It comprises of a bunch of people—who I doubt are even from here—defining what “freedom” means to them. And there are flags. It looks made by the federal government, and not us. Take out the Ben Franklin guy and what you’ve got is a cross between a Homeland Security promotional video, and something they might show at the INS. Goodbye youth, goodbye Clinton , and goodbye Imax.
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