It wasn’t made for me. Let’s get that out of the way right from the start. A Minecraft Movie is unapologetically, unmistakably a film for the fans — for the generation that grew up mining diamonds, avoiding creepers, and building infinite worlds one block at a time. But despite it not being aimed at me, this movie did something extraordinary. It reminded me why I fell in love with the magic of cinema in the first place. Let me paint the picture: I wasn’t expecting much more than an overly branded, mildly chaotic, attention-span-challenged adventure. I thought I’d check my watch every 20 minutes, mentally calculating how much popcorn we had left and wondering if the sugar crash from my 9-year-old afterward would be survivable. But when the lights dimmed, something happened. Not just on the screen — but in the seat next to me. My son’s eyes lit up with a kind of wonder that can’t be faked. He leaned forward, completely entranced. He laughed out loud. He clutched my arm during the scary p...