Okay, so I made it
Up after all. But Mom also bought me
WALL-E, and
Ratatouille for herself, so it’s all good.
My impression of the Blu-ray presentation is undoubtedly skewed by the fact that I haven’t seen a true standard definition display in more than a year; we bought an HDTV last Christmas and have been using the DVD player on it until now. We could get away with it on a 32” screen, although you could still sometimes see a fuzziness to the picture. But this week we won a 42” in an in-store promotion (!) and we quickly realized the difference a bigger screen can make with that issue. So we picked up a Blu-ray player. Which means that now we can actually see a clear picture as opposed to a fuzzy one, which is what I think is affecting my perspective on HD.
The upshot is…I’m not as blown away by it as other people are (including Mom). That also probably has something to do with my temperament as a viewer: I’m always more interested in the actual quality of the film than merely the picture quality. As long as I can see things relatively clearly, I’m satisfied. And that’s been one of my problems with the way high definition is spoken of and marketed--I still fail to see what was wrong with standard. For me, progress in the art of filmmaking is more akin to putting in synchronized sound; adding colour; building a camera that doesn’t need to be handcranked and can be panned, tilted, dollied, put on a crane, held by the operator; making it possible to create special effects that aren’t limited by how big you can build the model. I just don’t see how being able to count Brad Pitt’s nosehairs fits into the picture. (In a Pixar movie, though, I can understand how you’d want to see all the detail that was deliberately put in there.)
I actually once read a comment about how high definition was the ultimate viewing experience of our lifetime, and how nothing else would possibly come along in fifty years to compete. I had to shake my head sadly at the person. When Blu-ray becomes ordinary (which is predicted to happen sooner rather than later), they’ll find something else to “improve”. They always do.
I hate to sound like such a sour-puss.

Call me mentally and visually disabled if you want, but that’s my two cents.