127 Hours was like a date with an adrenaline junkie. I knew the story before seeing the movie so watching the bulk of it was like a date involving a skydive. Your heart beats faster and faster as you prepare for the jump. You’re taught how the equipment works and told what to do in case of an emergency. You board the plane, take off, suddenly those doors are open, and then you’re expected to leap from thousands of feet in the air. Of course this is all part of the date so you can’t back out now matter how many knots your organs have decided to tie themselves in. Then it happens. It’s exactly as exhilarating and visceral as you expected, and then some. Your baser instincts take over. Panic and nausea choke you. Then, just as suddenly as the mental screaming began, there’s a sublime catharsis. It sweeps over you like a wave. The mixing of emotions is overwhelming. You want to go faster. You don’t want it to end. And then it does, albeit a bit anticlimactically. But all in all, it was pretty awesome.