I strutted to the front of the line at the box office, having pre-purchased online the day before. Tickets printed which read, sorry, this showtime has passed… I had used Tuesday's bookmark when checking out. Manager just let us in. No need for the five-hour parking validation, either. Insane, thrill-a-million-dollar-minute movie sure to render obsolete slow-motion kung fu as performed by humans and made me wonder how I could spend the same two hours or so earlier sitting through yet another evil spirit with no apparent agenda in ノロイ. Seriously, the Japanese will bow down to Optimus Prime (コンボイ who?) just like Kobayashi did over the holiday.