I woke up, rubbed my eyes, and realized that today was the US premiere date for PROMETHEUS.
Closed my eyes, went back to sleep, and tried to dream about puppies and bunnies playing in a green meadow, with butterflies flittering against a clear blue sky.
If I don't see PROMETHEUS, can I pretend it never happened? Unfortunately, this tactic didn't work for Jar Jar Abrams "Star Trek". Despite the fact that I never saw it in the theatre, and my continuous efforts to wish it out of existence, I recently stumbled upon it while channel surfing. This experiment was a decided failure. My retinas are still trying to heal from the exposure to the intense lens flares.