I cooked a big pasta dinner and retired to the sofa to watch a film. I put on Beasts Of The Southern Wild. I watched and marveled at its magic.  I remember when I first saw it in the theater and gazed starry-eyed at the miracle on screen. How does someone conceptualize such a thing?  I watched it again tonight, equally incredulant, wonder on my face and tears on my cheeks.  It may be the most beautiful piece of filmmaking I have ever seen (twice).