The Box: My Top 10 Questions.
Sorry, guess again.
And, dare I say, checking out Cameron Diaz' box.
I love "Would you accept $5 million in exchange for once a day, every day, going into a completely darkened room for an hour during which at some point you would be administered a tangible level of pain short of permanent disability, dismemberment and death?" hypotheticals. So I saw The Box last night.
I'm a pretty black-or-white, in-or-out guy. But color me gray, I'm still not sure what I saw. Is it a hypothetical piece of genius, brilliantly framed by life-out-there wonderment and pastel '70s color? Or is it merely a cheesy sci-fi, culled from the cutting room floor of The Twilight Zone?
I'd have a better answer, if I didn't have some many damn questions.
10. I grew up in the '70s. Pretty sure we didn't have "911". Back then it was old-fashioned "0" for operator and "emergency." Right?
9. Lots of folk are zombie-like "employees". They stare. They walk. They don't talk. Their noses bleed. Except one kid. He likes to make fun of clubbed feet and pick fights with adults. Why was he special again?
8. Why did I think something was up with leaving the Christmas lights on all night?
7. All these husbands have to decide between shooting their wife or having their child blind and deaf or wild wealth. I dunno, I'd be tempted to keep the 1970s' market $1 million and maintain a semblance of a family. You?
6. Headquarters for this super duper level of intelligence was headquarted in an airport hanger. And the walk to "the light" was like 500 yards. Significance?