I so enjoy movies...
From classical to comedy, musical to mystery.
Whether it be 'Pride and Prejudice' or 'Bridget Jones', I feel these flawed heroes and heroines are friends to me as any in the real world. I watch films again and again without tiring of them because I crave that familiar connection to 'the character' as I do Kettle corn in a darkened theater.

'The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus' gives a final glimpse into the life of the late actor Heath Ledger. This budding talent had only just begun to fully bloom when his roots were suddenly ripped clean from this earth. The lingering scent left behind from his powerful role as the Joker in 'Dark Knight' is sweetly disturbing to the senses, but the pungent odor from his character in 'The Imaginarium' is bland at best.

I am an avid fan of imagination. Reality and fantasy are the perfect pair in my opinion, and I strongly object to their separation. My expectations for this film were not exactly high but nor were they hollow. This movie dapples with colorful landscapes of the mind but simultaneously paints an eery portrait of the soul in black and white. The portal into a world of daydreams and nightmares is in the form of an ornate mirror and forces one to reflect on both the delicious and the dangerous of dwelling too long in the imagination. From the angle of an 'audience' member, Ledger's legacy is sadly lacking, and leaves us feeling empty as his character succumbs to both selfish ambition and (*spoiler*) eventually suicide.

As a red haired orphan once said: "The worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts."--Anne of Green Gables