I went to the flat panel lcd tv store, and looked around at all of the mamoth displays of impressive electronics and performance. The 42" model flat panel lcd tv was playing the matrix 3, one of my favorite movies. I just can't get enough of the way that the special effects are seemlessly integrated into the well worked and intricate plot - visually impressive, and yet not showy at all. The way movies should be. But it looked so good on the 42" flat panel lcd tv that it was as if I had never seen it before even though, in fact, I had already watched it six or 7 times on my vintage black and white 8 inch standby at home that very day already. Nonetheless, something about this flat panel lcd tv showed me things I had never seen about the movie before. It made it look new. I just had to have it.



They had an excellent financing plan. For only 500 down and 130 a month, it was mine that very afternoon. It didn't leave me much money for spending, eating out, or buying basic food for the next few months, but with the amount of time I was going to spend watching my brand new flat panel lcd tv, who needs any of that stuff. I would live off of ramen and still consider myself king of the entire world.

One thing you really don't know until you see it in person is the brilliant clarity of a flat panel lcd tv. I watched the brilliant film adaptation of Shakespeares importal Titus Andronicus, my favorite heart warming story of all time, and was amazed of the brilliance and clarity of the image. I would actually flinch when the characters attacked each other, and hacked each other with their swords. Every time a new injury occurred, I was afraid the blood would ooze down on the carpet in my living room. The image on a flat panel lcd tv is so good that it makes it hard to tell where the screen stops and the room starts. Its really that good. Even for warmer, fuzier pictures than Titus Andronicus, the picture quality of a flat screen television is, nonetheless, an asset. Every kiss in a romance, every shot in an adventure, every swash which buckles in an errol flynn vintage, is right before your eyes.