See, I didn't think there was anything to figure out. I know that's how the movie was marketed, which is why I'm whitefonting, but I thought it was clear from the beginning that we were moving back and forth between reality and her headspace. The visual distinctions between the two were subtle, but I never found them confusing. I honestly don't think I would have assumed it was supposed to be a mystery if I hadn't read the back of the DVD case. (Which is why the only part I really disliked was the coda, with the waving. I found it completely unnecessary, and anvilly where the rest of the film had been so elegant.)

I would advise people planning to see it to sit way back.

God, yes. Did I post that here? I was in the third row in the 3 pm showing yesterday, and had to watch the big actiony climactic car chase with my eyes closed, I was so nauseated.

Sigh. The finale of Frequency did that to me too, and that wasn't even a car chase.

I love Nutty's Rules for Film. Even when I don't always agree with her conclusions, I appreciate the thinkiness that goes into them.

I had a partial migraine, and Bourne definitely didn't help. I think it must have to do with how car-sickness-prone you naturally are.

I think I would have liked the movie more if it weren't for the fact that I felt terrible for the last 20 minutes and a full hour afterward.

Sigh.

Right. I have no carsickness gene, so although I couldn't always see those sequences, because they happened faster than my eyes could focus, they didn't make me sick.

What was it about Frequency that was nauseating? I don't remember the climax having a lot of herky-jerky in it, but then, I wouldn't notice it, I suppose.

I think it was the editing. I don't really remember, although I liked the movie in general.

Dennis Quaid. Yum.

Polter-Cow, I didn't find the distinctions as obvious as Jessica did, but it was my interpretation that everything between her train ride to France and the final scene in the publisher's office was fantasy. You can see the publisher's real daughter as she's leaving the office.

I was only able to watch about ten minutes of Blair Witch before I gave up in nausea. (Nothing scary had happened yet.)

I was only able to watch about ten minutes of Blair Witch before I gave up in nausea. (Nothing scary had happened yet.)

I remember The Perfect Storm also induced a lot of motion sickness nausea.

I caught the last 30 minutes of Blue Crush at the gym today, and it gave me motion-woozies. (Not sickness, but the camera work in the water is so fucking amazing that its movement sucked me in the way, say, The Perfect Storm's did.)