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BUGS! / ROAR: LIONS OF THE KALAHARI The renovations that recently took place at Discovery Place's IMAX Dome Theatre (formerly the OMNIMAX Theatre) are nice enough, but the big news is that, following these upgrades, the venue has elected to premiere two of its best offerings in ages. The "ick" factor is sky-high -- or at least Dome-high -- with Bugs!, which features gargantuan shots of insects that are yucky enough when they're merely the size of an infant's finger. But the creep factor is easily overtaken by the wow factor, as this movie presents stupendous close-ups just as impressive (if not more so) as the groundbreaking work featured in 1996's Microcosmos. With Judi Dench providing the often playful narration, Bugs! unfolds as much as a Hollywood melodrama as a documentary (indeed, there's an unwelcome calculation to a couple of the "plot" twists, and some of the scenes were filmed inside a studio rather than deep within a rainforest), focusing on the intertwined fates of a ferocious praying mantis and a peaceful caterpillar. Forget Friday the 13th or Dawn of the Dead: You haven't experienced true cinematic gore until you see a mantis merrily chewing off a fly's head in this house-sized format. Roar: Lions of the Kalahari likewise weaves a narrative through a nonfiction template, centering on a real-life lion king and the events that transpire when a younger male threatens his supremacy. The entire picture takes place around a waterhole that provides a respite from the harshness of the parched desert yet also holds danger for the animals willing to risk becoming a lion's dinner as they strive to quench their thirst. Boosted by excellent cinematography as well as a fascinating peek at the structure of the animal kingdom (note: elephants really don't like lions), Roar allows the IMAX Dome Theatre to trumpet its return in grand fashion. Both movies: 
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