December lowers the lights and retracts the curtain. Sounds of war invade the trailer, war only Americans can conduct, all technology and no humanity. They have the budget and the actors. We anticipate an experience we cannot name. These seats were made for people like us, willing to pay to escape the sun, an hour or two. We fit the description of consumer, even if we’re just tagging along. Aisle lights provide a sense of almost ritual. The feature’s retro-medieval, frolicking in New Zealand ravines and quarries. We exit into the bright eucalyptus light, analysing faithfulness to the original text.