I despise movies that explain. I cannot stand exposition in movies. I start getting, like, a rash. It’s like getting suffocated in the theater. Because I love cinema. And cinema is becoming something that is not cinema. Cinema is becoming a medium of illustrating stories. Cinema is becoming a medium in which you can close your eyes and you can watch the movie.

That’s from an interview with Alfonso Cuarón, by the way. So okay: Every once in a while, I really fucking love a movie, and I won’t shut up about it, and I bother all my friends and co-workers by never shutting up about it, until, inevitably, everybody goes to see this movie, this movie I won’t shut up about, and they usually go in just like a vain attempt to get me to “shut the fuck up up already,” and they’re inevitably disappointed, because of course it’s not as good as I’ve made it out to be—how could it be? But that doesn’t stop me from doing it, for some reason, and I’m doing it now with Alfonso Cuarón’s Children of Men, which opens today. (And also, if you don’t trust me—and who can blame you?—check out Manohla Dargis’ review in the Times.)

Anyway, the point: CHUD.com has a pretty great interview with Cuarón that’s well worth a read. (There are a few vague spoilers in there, but nothing that’ll ruin the film if you haven’t seen it yet.) And the other point, just to reiterate, is that you should go see Children of Men this weekend. Especially considering your other options for new releases are Happily N’Ever After and Code Name: The Cleaner. (Oh, that Cedric the Entertainer! Whatever will he come up with next?)