If movies are like dreams, then going to see one is a bit like going to sleep. A good sleep is a refreshing thing that resets your perspectives and makes you feel like you can take on the day. A bad sleep leaves you frustrated and, in my case, very cranky. I think there is a corollary between sleep satisfaction and movie satisfaction that can be expressed on a scale of 1 to 9, given that 9 hours is the ideal amount of sleep and therefore a very good movie is like getting a whopping nine hours of sleep.
Years ago I read a book, The Sleep Thieves, by Stanley Coren where he described an experiment to find out the ideal amount of sleep for a human being in a 24 hour cycle. As I recall, they took a group of subjects to the north pole where the sun never sets and removed all clocks in an attempt to allow for the most natural rhythm to emerge. What they found was that nine hours, not eight, was the actual norm, although it wasn’t always in one big sleep session. Nevertheless, nine hours of sleep sounds magnificently restful, if rare. Not unlike a great movie.
From here on my reviews of movies will be on a scale of 1 to 9, with 1 being the worst and 9 being the best.