This year is an exciting one for me in terms of movie-going. I've already gotten to see The Hobbit brought to dazzling life, and am eagerly awaiting my expanded box-set blu-rays so I can have a marathon with The Lord of the Rings. But perhaps more notably, 2015 is going to be interesting because of all of the sequels. Jurassic World is going to take me back to that magical moment of over twenty years ago when my father, my cousin, and I went to a midnight showing of what would become one of my favorite films of all time. Perhaps of less interest, but no less historical significance, is the reboot/sequel Terminator Genisys. And on a more earth-shattering note, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens will hit the big screen in December, albeit from a new company. (Ironically, though I have no children, I would in theory have been old enough to take two generations to the Star Wars films as each new trilogy premiered.)
But yesterday I discovered something that really set me aback.