I am perhaps the perfect demographic for Brett Morgen's Bowieaanisqatsi-esque Moonage Daydream. While David Bowie was one of the definitive rockers of my high school and college days ("Under Pressure" was on the charts during my Freshman year [1981] and then the album Let's Dance came out my Junior Year of high school, so I listened to it almost all four years of college) I was never obsessed nor fantical about Bowie. A lot of "unique" performers were seeking our eyeballs and eardrums in the 80s from Madonna and Cyndi Lauper to Boy George and Mick Jagger. But Bowie's music lasted far longer than "Karma Chameleon" or "Material Girl" in my playlists because his depth of lyric and emotional rhythms transcended our teenage years, carrying us far into adult hood. His most amazing song "Changes" was my "bride's song" at my wedding. So, when I saw an ad on my Facebook page last week for Morgen's Moonage Daydream on Imax this weekend, I bought the tickets right away. My millenial child, who, to be fair, had just played a field hocky game so was pretty tired, fell asleep next to my wide-eyed full immersed self, and then proceeded to spout the negative internet reviews already posted of the film as we drove home. And I just listened to phrases like "enervating frippery" and "all show, no substance" and chuckled. Naysayers can hate all they want, but I really liked the film. Far from "boring" as many reviewers claimed, I was fascinated with the wherewithal Morgen must have had to sift through millions of hours of footage and cull it down to 140 minutes. By commiting to using Bowie's voice as the only narrative, we are transported into a meditation on the man, the myth, the megastar. Morgen's choice to intersperse clips of classic films like Nosferatu or Metroplis, were just an additional way of bringing the visual story alive so that our meditation becomes fragmented glimpses into Bowie's mind as these clips and footage quite likely came from Bowie's own collection of films. I had never really had much exposure to Ziggy Stardust, so the concert footage of Bowie's early career fascinated me, as did seeing Bowie oil painting or acting on Broadway in The Elephan Man. Though Morgen's overdone use of explosion audio was surely distracting, the fact is, I would not have said I idolized David Bowie prior to watching this film. Now, I'm designing the shrine I'm going to put up in homage to my hero.