Disappointment springs eternal

Normally I enter a movie theatre completely devoid of any expectation whatsoever. Sometimes I expect a movie to fail to amuse me, and usually my predictions are proven true (why I continue to subject myself to the torturous devices of film makers is another entry entirely). On very rare occasions, there's something I desperately want to view and I emerge feeling satiated. Memento was one of those cases; I anticipated a great movie experience, and I left immensely pleased. I'll have to rewatch that DVD so that I may undergo a form of amnesiac treatment and rid myself of the plagueful memories that was caused by The Time Machine. Auguries of Another Wasted Hour and a Half: First, I had financial problems (it took me a while to scrounge up the stupid seven dollars for a frickin' movie ticket); secondly, the employee decided that the 8:05 PM showing was suddenly synonymous with the 7:25 one, keeping in mind that when I handed over my ticket, it was 8:00. Brilliant. I was off to a wonderful start. Nonetheless, I remained firm in my faith that it would be all worth it. Pfffft.I was expecting a movie on the technological advances and social evolution of mankind. I thought there would be more interaction between the eras, a bridge connecting one century to the next. Protagonist goes into the future, Protagonist is progressively awed by the development of future humanity, Protagonist goes further into the future only to see a decline whereby he is suddenly the most technologically-enlightened being in the entire world thanks to said regression; a compare and contrast of the now and then and here and there (you have a time machine, what else are you going to do other than become the damn richest man in the universe?). There would be more dialogue between the races, more focus on the scientific side of the protagonist, but no, instead I get this psuedo-horror film with some zombified Planet of the Apes running around the jungle and caverns making those hideous war cries and a five-second, "The moon is falling apart!" Big whoop. I thought this was going to be a drama with a bit of action sequences cropping up a bit; I skimmed the reviews because I didn't want to read potential spoilers. What happened to interaction? What happened to studying the rise and fall of civilizations? Is that too cliché for a time travel movie? So is having said protagonist get over his beloved in a span of eight hundred thousand years reduced to a mere week or so. Speaking of the year span, watch in amazement as the English language remains unblemished. People of the world, start brushing up on your foreign language skills because it's going to be around for millennia to come. In the exact same form as it is now.Bah. Off to rewatch Memento then.