"Understanding is love. There’s no difference, really,” says Guillermo del Toro. "That’s why most of the things we hate are things we don’t understand."

Every time the 70mm print of 2001 will roll at the Hollywood, NW Projection's Joel Miller will be in the projection booth, monitoring the film's focus and sound even as he swaps out heavy reels of film every 20 minutes.

There are moments of strange and genuine creepiness; there are jarring sights that, without a single word, evoke hundreds of years of history; there’s a desolate ache that makes the future seem both beautiful and horrible.

Werner Herzog and Clive Oppenheimer seek volcanoes; they also seek nothing less, as Herzog puts it, than “the demons, the new gods.”