It was 1 AM — I’d lost a boatload at cards — my apartment was a mess — my stomach ached from hot salsa and anchovy pizza — somehow it seemed the right moment to watch Tron. Last watched it on Sept 6 but it is burned so deep in my soul I’ve practically got it memorized. My grandparents bought it for me as a youngster (back when VHS tapes cost, like $75!) and, somehow, when I was a kid, the movie all made sense. Watching it now, one is swept away with glee at just how little the filmmakers cared if their picture made sense or not. There is no logic, just cool blue shit. Also, director Lisberger, obviously thinking more about the blue shit than the acting, just does not know how to use a talent like Jeff Bridges. He was already a great actor (see him in Fat City as a young tyke) and he’s trying to mix it up here — but the dichotomy (everyone else acting like they are in a George Lucas film) just doesn’t work. Plus, there is one scene where Bridges is supposed to be playing his program character (“Clu”) but starts delivers a few lines like his wisenhimer video game programmer (“Flynn”). I say — all the more reason to love Tron. The real question — why would a major corporation with defense contracts have any time to, um, steal ideas for video games? But, please, if you start asking questions, it will just distract you.