It's a rare experience, but it leaves your life well affirmed as you snuggle into a deep vat of being understood -- this experience as I call it is known generally well within the first ten minutes of the film -- it starts subtly, as an aura of excitement whispers it's first comforting syllables -- next comes a line or two that you know, you just deep down know, 'I couldn't have said it better myself' -- then, right at that ten minute mark, you know the rest of the movie will be a thrill, it doesn't matter what happens, you know that this film was made for a fella just like you.
You've embraced your leader, and are ready to take orders.
After eight or so minutes of Alex Proyas' Knowing, I much hoped that the film would fall into the aforementioned category.
It did not. I should have realized it when I was still pondering this question twenty and thirty and forty and fifty and sixty and seventy and eighty and ninety and one hundred minutes into the film. I should have realized...
Nevertheless, it was a hell of a thought.
In conclusion, what a thing to do; to base a suspense film on Ezekiel 1:4:
As I looked, behold, a storm wind was coming from the north, a great cloud with fire flashing forth continually and a bright light around it, and in its midst something like glowing metal in the midst of the fire...