The great Ken Levine reveals a long-kept secret:
This is very hard so I hope you'll allow me a stumble or two. I've never actually admitted this in public. Deep breath. Okay. Here I go. I can't see 3-D. It doesn't work on me. Jesus, it's terrifying seeing that in print. My astigmatisms combined with my far sidedness and depth perception issues prevent me from experiencing the full three-dimensional effect. I was first stricken with this insidious misfortune as a child. Imagine, a mere lad, way too young to have developed coping mechanisms. Blissful and without a care in the world, I skipped into my local theater (Grauman's Chinese), donned these nifty disposable anaglyph glasses and prepared to have the shit scared out of me by HOUSE OF WAX. But alas, my horror was not at the lifelike images popping off the screen, it was that images were so blurry I couldn't distinguish Vincent Price from Phyllis Kirk.
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