Watching Peter Jackson's
The Lovely Bones is like dreaming. Sometimes you feel like what is happening is of the most dire importance of your life, and other times you are barely paying attention. Sometimes you begin to space out as the scenes drag on, and other times your leg jerks uncontrollably as your brain experiences psychological panic. And every now and then, you go from idea to idea, scene to scene, and though everything seems disconnected and random, you never really think about it until you have woken up.
