"I wonder if the seats come with a sick bag."

Film Forever the soothsayer for the cinematic end of days, Roger Ebert brings news of the D-Box, an auditorium seat on a hydrolics so that the image won't just come at you in 3-fucking-D, you'll feel it hit you too:

"The dismemberment of the traditional movie going experience continues. Can you imagine enduring this atrocity in addition to the horrors of 3D? Not only are pandas flying out of the screen at you, but you're pitching, rolling and heaving. I wonder if the seats come with a sick bag. I also wonder what it would be like to watch a movie while seated next to bored kids entertaining themselves with their joy sticks."

Horrible as this sounds -- and some of the comments beneath the post suggest this is horrible -- I can't help but think whistfully back towards the halcyon days to Space Harrier and other coin-ops which employed similar technology and the bonkers proposition that such things could come to the home via the Power Chair add-on for the doomed Konix Multisystem.