U2 in 3D

There are many excellent reasons to see "U2: 3D," aside from shifting your gaze for 85 minutes from that big red circle on the calendar marking WEE LEE'S DUE DATE.

If you are not still carrying a hot air balloon under your shirt a day after WEE LEE'S DUE DATE, there are other valid reasons to go see The First Live Action 3D Concert Movie, for which National Geographic has not paid me to endorse, but probably should, because when I'm not working to will this hot air balloon out from under my shirt, I'm going to be playing Rah-Rah girl for U2 over the course of the next month. With or without you.

Whether or not this concert is playing in a theatre near you, the point is that you get to count Bono's eyelashes in a theatre! In cushy chairs! With no hairy backed guy standing in front of you blocking your view, and no guy singing off key and spilling his beer on you from behind. I know that sounds really white girl bougie, like "Yeahhh! Let's go rage at a concert and sit back and drink our slurpees and get home at a decent hour!" PART-AY! But this is the closest I'm going to feel as though I'm standing on the edge, staring up at The Edge, for twelve moneys, and I'm not too proud to say that this was a pretty good Saturday night for me.

The concert itself mainly takes place in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and as the cameras pan the stadium, I'm pretty sure that there is no one left outside of the stadium in Buenos Aires. They are all there singing "One" with Bono, and that's probably one of the most beautiful things I've seen in the last year - a whole South American city swaying and singing "One" in a language that is not its first.

There are some great moments on stage that are the stuff of live music's wonder. Bono is as much a passionate believer of his lyrics as he is a complete nutbar who appears to be doing an interpretive dance that no one can interpret. The Edge is the coolest Irish man alive. Larry Mullen Jr. is given his due spotlight as the enduring drummer of the set. Adam Clayton's hair is outrageous and his facial expressions always cause you to wonder if he is amused by the fact that he is still rocking with a band that was once known as the Larry Mullen Band.

You might be overcome with the urge to throw your 3D glasses off and hold up your cellphone and keen over Sunday, Bloody Sunday, or suddenly mash faces with the person next to you, and you might just leave a little blissed out. It's a powerful show from a powerful band. Let me know if you go.

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