This anonymous doesn't go apeshit over movies. He recognized that the new star wars movies had an historical potential that he wanted to be a part of, so he went to a midnight showing of III. it wasn't good, which disappointed anonymous.
Battle Angel, however, is fearsomely different. Anonymous found the mangos in 2002, and it was like having one's brain smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick. Unimaginable ecstasy was within them. And only then came the marvelous news that Mr. Titanic, Mr. Terminator himself, James Jesus-Fucking-Christ Cameron, was behind what could, if successful, become a film trilogy. Anonymous has never been excited about movies before. However, if you find yourself between him and the ticket counter, he will fuck your brain with a shovel.