RAVE - Creation

There were 2 major deviations that made this movie an experience. 

First, after a run of wham, bam, thank you ma'am movies we'd seen: Wolfman, Edge of Darkness, Avatar, Legion, Book of Eli, Sherlock Holmes, the measured pace of Creation was a real joy.

Second, after repeated trips to Century and Sundance Kabuki - both of which boast ultra-comfy seating and giant screens, the Landmark Opera theater is - according to Mrs. Page - like visiting a tumbleweed town.

Neither of these deviations ought to matter, though. It should all be about the film.

At its start, there were some words to the effect that Darwin's Origin of the Species represents arguably the most important act of thinking in all of history. Indeed, if the script is accurate rather than glorified history, Darwin recorded, developed and published his ideas without much help from other scientists, except those that pressed him to finish his book despite his inner battles and the disapproval of his somewhat devout wife.

Not an action movie. Not really a movie about the discovery process. Very little Beagle. No Galapagos. And yet, an engrossing story about Darwin's demons.