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langwidereI had a very nice Christmas — I got a new baby Kindle, a Threadless teeshirt which is not overtly humiliating, and a giant amazing Hokusai book that I have been humping nonstop since I unwrapped it. So, during Christmas, I had the fun — but after Christmas I was forced, by the Politeness Monster (and also the Obligation Monster), to visit some of my adoptive father’s relatives, who somehow always manage to make me feel as though I am the Venus Hottentot and they are all positively astonished I can use my silverware so adeptly. This is no mean feat, considering the intensity of my personal dorkiness. (They are, on average, essentially the figures depicted in American Gothic; when my father’s father was alive, my father’s sister asked my mother to keep me away from him because my blackness made him "uncomfortable.") (Really!) (I didn’t find that out until a couple of years ago, because naturally Mom was too awesome to let something so stupid affect me at the age of eight.) (She did keep me away from the weird old idiot for clearly related reasons, however.)
I'm not getting you down at all, am I? Don't take it personal. I was the designated excuse-generator on this particular excursion; I agreed to accompany my father (who hates his family, of course) specifically in order to feign illness and get everybody out several hours early. I am the very soul of self-sacrifice! Don't I know it.
I watched some things!
Should I cut? It's pretty long; I’ll cut.
First, I watched the Lord of the Rings movies, which were on the teevee (LEGOLAS ♥) , and then I watched Hogfather, which I bought last year and already reviewed. Then I watched:
THE GOLDEN COMPASS
The Golden Compass was nowhere near as bad as everybody said it was, although the effects were pretty horrible and the script was a bowdlerized mess. For me, it was on par — as a leaden, tone-deaf adaptation — with the Jackson's Lord of the Rings movies. The only difference between them, I think, is that Tolkien's message of strength in love and compassion and belonging can be interpreted as a populist cliché (although in the original text it was really no such thing), whereas Pullman's vision of the world is, by definition, exclusionary. It is built on the hatred of religion, and on dismantling the iconic shibboleths of sin and divinity; and, even neutered and cosmetically-pleasant as that was made to look in the film, I think Pullman still clears the room pretty efficiently. Not that I'm complaining! I agree wholeheartedly with Pullman, and I think that the His Dark Materials books are spectacular and wonderful and brilliant, all the way up to their horrible, stupid ending. I'm only sorry I wasn't able to read them when I was a child; they absolutely would have made an important difference in my life.
Having said that, though, I am not sure children have the tools to really appreciate this movie, even toothless as it is. Unless a child has been raped by a priest or a nun or something, I don't see how any kid could ever be capable of hating Catholicism, or of even understanding what it is about Catholicism that's legitimately hateful. Because the evilings in this movie aren't standard fantasy Nazis; they are clearly Catholics. They're draped in brocaded smugness and in the anonymous images of medieval saints, and they're determined to suppress the pursuit of scientific knowledge and to punish heretics. Worse, they are the unrepentant thieves of poor and aboriginal children, who torment the souls out of their conquests and then somehow dredge up the audacity to call them "orphans." If the Real Times Catholic Church itself wasn't a million times worse, that would've all read as overwrought cinematic melodrama. Eesh. Anyway! Nicole Kidman looked beautiful as Mrs. Coulter, and communicated the depths of the character's sinister heart very well despite being unable to move her face, but both she and the script failed at delivering the appropriate levels of Holy Mother-style high theatrics (possibly on purpose). Daniel Craig is hot, and luckily the character he played was not featured long enough to display his innate evil-prickishness. The kid was cute. The dæmons were very, very neat, if not particularly well-animated — my kingdom for a talking animal, especially if it has a British accent — and I was absolutely in love with Iorek Byrnison, who is a polar bear that sounds like Ian McKellen when he talks (scientists agree that this is pretty much the ideal exemplar of your Talking Animal Character). But, again, I think that adult viewers would see the disgraced Iorek as he first appears in the movie and recognize him as the symbol of an ancient, blood-soaked, Edda-edged world, tragically debauched by whiskey, self-hatred, and institutionalized discrimination — which is a deep and affecting statement, given that that very thing actually fucking happened to all kinds of real human people, all over the world and in all kinds of circumstances — but would a kid be able to identify him? (No.)
Um. The witches! Serafina Pekkala is one of my favorite characters ever, and I thought she came off beautifully (if far too quickly) in The Golden Compass. There's a part near the end of the movie when, with our heroes caught in the teeth of the final battle, the chances look small, the choices look grim, the end seems near, etc. and then all of a sudden — oh shit, oh shit! — the witches arrive, playing the part of the cavalry far better than the cavalry ever did. Wow, finally!
I liked the image of people's dæmons particle-izing into glowing stardust when they died. Scary!
I also really liked the epic ending single: WOOOOO SHE'S LYRA! SHE HAS A DÆMON AND IT'S BROOOOOOWN!!! SHE'LL GO TO TOOOOOOOWN AND STOP THOSE CATHOLIC PRIESTS GETTING EVERYBODY DOOOOOOOOOOWN! Brilliant! Who wrote that? A cat?
THE SECRET OF KELLS
I loved this movie so much that I ran out and bought it the day after Christmas. It is, of all things, a Western anime, which stands to reason: The Secret of Kells is a Tolkien-ized installation of Irish mythology, fitted like a book-jacket around a fictionalized account of the creation of the famous Book of Kells. The early middle ages represent the final (and only?) moment Western art organically converged with Chinese and Japanese aesthetic convention, and because The Secret of Kells is conceived in that medievalish style it carries the literary and visual weight usually associated only with modern manga and anime. WOW! (Shortly after the dark ages folded into the high medieval era, of course, the world of Western art invented foreshortening, and promptly became extremely boring and literal-minded.) This movie describes, in the curves and angles of the illuminated manuscripts it quotes, the desperate quest undertaken by early Christian monks to spread the light of literacy throughout the world — despite daunting and fatal opposition. I despise Christianity, as I'm sure you've gathered, but somehow The Secret of Kells transforms the story of early Catholicism from a parable of promiscuous, violent, atavistic myth-stomping to a paradox of genuine, fragile human righteousness. I'm not too sure how the movie accomplished that, but I suspect it had something to do with the fact that the script was cleansed entirely of any actual reference to Christian doctrine. One of the characters in The Secret of Kells is a fairy child — a real one — and without her otherwordly guidance and succor, the Kells manuscript would've stood no chance of achieving either completion or sanctity. Suck on that, Pope Boniface!
Visually, The Secret of Kells is possibly the most stunning Western animation ever created. Its character designs are spectacular, its transitions inspired, its backgrounds inhumanly lush and gorgeous. Truly, I've never seen anything like it. At one point, the main character (who grows up to be the dutiful monk who ultimately finishes the Book), a little boy named Brendan, does metaphysical battle with the wretchedest of the remaining Celtic gods, a terrifying death-monster called Crom Cruach — and defeats it with a stick of chalk. The battle is evocative of ancient epics that describe the mystical exploits of Celtic and British heroes, but it also evokes the ordinary crusades children wage daily against their own irrational fears. Amazing! I've seldom seen mythology, history, and fantasy conflated so elaborately — or so concisely and accessibly — in a film. Highly, highly recommended.
But, so, shorter: PRETTY PRETTY BEAUTIFUL REAL PRETTY WOO WOO WOW WOW SUPER-PRETTY REALLY PRETTY PRETTY I CREID :[
BRIGHT STAR
I saw this one with my mother, and I think she liked it quite a bit more than I did, because she watched it with that serious, narrow-eyed face grown-ups wear when they're seeing something that fascinates them, whereas I was thinking, Ooof! This movie would benefit greatly from the inclusion of some musical numbers. And possibly some Elves. Or a spaceship. Or a talking wombat. Or Alan Rickman. Then I went to sleep.
Bright Star is about Keats and some pretty lady in a fancy hat yearning to have, but never actually having, a romantic relationship. And then he dies. (I think?) (Well, I mean: homie is definitely dead. But I think in the movie his death specifically puts a quietus on the action.) (I don't really know, though.) (Don't look at me; I was asleep.)
THE A-TEAM
This show was one of my favorites (along with Scooby-Doo and the My Little Pony cartoon) when I was little, so I was really expecting to be entertained on at least a third-grade level. But this movie was very boring, somehow, and also quite loud and off-putting, and I lost the plot early. No one really wanted to finish it, so we fast-forwarded through to the Liam Neeson parts and then ejected it.
LEGEND OF THE GUARDIANS: THE OWLS OF GA'HOOLE
This is another talking-animal movie; I thought these were British animals again, but the story turned out to be set in Australia. Well, I mean, I'm pretty sure that some of the animals were British, and some were Australian, and the one really awful owl had a very terrible "American" accent, which was a nice touch. This was more a real children's movie than The Golden Compass was, though, and it was paced very quickly — the hero owl, Soren, is horribly betrayed by his brother, and then immediately afterward he meets his bff, and then a helpful avuncular henchowl gets killed, then there's a happy flying owl-family montage, and then an adorable baby owl gets brainwashed, and then the Owl City guy sings a goofy owl song, and then Soren's brother tries to kill him, and then there's another happy owl montage, and then there's a scary battle, and then Soren winks at a cute-girl owl, etc. Also it seemed as though it took the protagonists at least three weeks of hard flying to find the Tree of Ga'Hoole at the beginning, and in the end it was, like, two feet away. Whatever. I found it a little jarring, but probably actual children would've stayed engaged throughout the whole film without getting bored. Um, the movie is based on a series of novels published just after the turn of the century, and the plot was the same story that is the beating heart of basically every late-model fantasy novel ever: An iniquitous Hitler character is planning a terrible war against a coalition of kind-hearted but incredulous UN Security Council characters, and in the end everyone worth saving is rescued by a ragtag band of endearing misfits. Or, in this case, by an owl that has figured out how out make a Molotov cocktail. This movie, though, had some nice 'messages' — that war is "hell" instead of a fun thing heroes get to do because they're sexy, for example, and that adhering to idiotic notions of white supremacy in battle disqualifies a lot of good canon fodder, and that facial disfigurement can indicate nobility as well as wickedness, and that if you don't believe in fairy tales it means you are evil and you'll die in a fire and nobody will care :]
This movie was also a visually-stunning CGI spectacle, crest and feathers above almost anything I've ever seen in the medium. (You see? What I did there?) Also it was probably very meaningful re: Australian history proper, which has been like one appalling, racist, crass, eugenics-motivated, colonialist chess game after another played between the British Empire and reality, with reality always on the losing team. But I'm too lazy to look it up.
BOTTLE SHOCK
This movie was really bad, and it is also an excellent reminder that even Alan Rickman cannot single-handedly save a sinking/boring filmship with the sheer buoyant force of his personal awesomeness. Bottle Shock was like an after-school special about wine. I think? It was kind of hard to tell, because only about three things happened and none of them were very interesting. At the end ❋ ~ ◦ SPOILER ◦ ~ ❋ the irritating Americans haphazardly transport their wine to the magical French wine-tasting contest which confers eternal legitimacy upon any wine that bests the palettes of the attendant company of super-picky French snobs, and it turns out that their icky American wine wins! It is much better than the icky French wine. Hooray for America! Or California! Or something! When they find out, all the French snobs are shocked! Shocked! CHOQUÉD! I think I was supposed to be charmed by the movie's quaint, prosaic ending, but by that time I wanted to kill all of the characters and dance on their freshly-cut graves, so I was in no mood to be charmed by anything, including Rickman speaking French. (That last part is obviously a blatant lie.) Throughout the whole movie, nobody even once mentioned that wine is very awful and it tastes like rotten grapes mixed with rubbing alcohol, or, if you are extremely lucky, it tastes like sweet Kool-Aid mixed with slightly less rubbing alcohol. I think that is a key point to make, in any movie about the world of winecraft. NOBODY WOULD EVER DRINK ANY OF THIS HORRIBLE SHIT UNLESS THEY WERE ALREADY VERY DRUNK OR HAD HAD THEIR TASTEBUDS DESTROYED BY LONG-TERM EXPOSURE TO NOUVELLE CUISINE, Alan Rickman should've said, in French, as a preface to the action. Perfect. Problem solved. Bottle Shock also features Bill Pullman, who is apparently a really horrible actor and I just now noticed, and also that semi-boring guy who played Star Trek Babies Captain Kirk, who was wearing my great-grandma Maudie's old wig, but in Buttercream Blonde instead of Glorious Ginger. And! And it also features sum hawt chix, one of whom averts an arrest for indecent exposure by flashing her tits at a cop. Haha, feminism! It was the 70s, you guys. Shit didn’t make sense on purpose.
This is the only good part of the whole movie. It is twenty-seven seconds long. Watch it a couple of times and then forget about it.
Hey, I am retarded and I like children's movies! I think that goes without saying, though. Adult movies are insultingly loud and misogynistic, or insufficiently full of Alan Rickman as Hwæt the pansermøøse, or boring pointless depressing love stories about long-dead dumb white people who wrote lovely poetry and made pretty hats but failed to notice that they were all going to die sooner or later anyway, so please stop crying already. I mean, come on, lady — what are you, a talking animal? Now, they have real problems.
I'm not getting you down at all, am I? Don't take it personal. I was the designated excuse-generator on this particular excursion; I agreed to accompany my father (who hates his family, of course) specifically in order to feign illness and get everybody out several hours early. I am the very soul of self-sacrifice! Don't I know it.
I watched some things!
Should I cut? It's pretty long; I’ll cut.
First, I watched the Lord of the Rings movies, which were on the teevee (LEGOLAS ♥) , and then I watched Hogfather, which I bought last year and already reviewed. Then I watched:
THE GOLDEN COMPASS
The Golden Compass was nowhere near as bad as everybody said it was, although the effects were pretty horrible and the script was a bowdlerized mess. For me, it was on par — as a leaden, tone-deaf adaptation — with the Jackson's Lord of the Rings movies. The only difference between them, I think, is that Tolkien's message of strength in love and compassion and belonging can be interpreted as a populist cliché (although in the original text it was really no such thing), whereas Pullman's vision of the world is, by definition, exclusionary. It is built on the hatred of religion, and on dismantling the iconic shibboleths of sin and divinity; and, even neutered and cosmetically-pleasant as that was made to look in the film, I think Pullman still clears the room pretty efficiently. Not that I'm complaining! I agree wholeheartedly with Pullman, and I think that the His Dark Materials books are spectacular and wonderful and brilliant, all the way up to their horrible, stupid ending. I'm only sorry I wasn't able to read them when I was a child; they absolutely would have made an important difference in my life.
Having said that, though, I am not sure children have the tools to really appreciate this movie, even toothless as it is. Unless a child has been raped by a priest or a nun or something, I don't see how any kid could ever be capable of hating Catholicism, or of even understanding what it is about Catholicism that's legitimately hateful. Because the evilings in this movie aren't standard fantasy Nazis; they are clearly Catholics. They're draped in brocaded smugness and in the anonymous images of medieval saints, and they're determined to suppress the pursuit of scientific knowledge and to punish heretics. Worse, they are the unrepentant thieves of poor and aboriginal children, who torment the souls out of their conquests and then somehow dredge up the audacity to call them "orphans." If the Real Times Catholic Church itself wasn't a million times worse, that would've all read as overwrought cinematic melodrama. Eesh. Anyway! Nicole Kidman looked beautiful as Mrs. Coulter, and communicated the depths of the character's sinister heart very well despite being unable to move her face, but both she and the script failed at delivering the appropriate levels of Holy Mother-style high theatrics (possibly on purpose). Daniel Craig is hot, and luckily the character he played was not featured long enough to display his innate evil-prickishness. The kid was cute. The dæmons were very, very neat, if not particularly well-animated — my kingdom for a talking animal, especially if it has a British accent — and I was absolutely in love with Iorek Byrnison, who is a polar bear that sounds like Ian McKellen when he talks (scientists agree that this is pretty much the ideal exemplar of your Talking Animal Character). But, again, I think that adult viewers would see the disgraced Iorek as he first appears in the movie and recognize him as the symbol of an ancient, blood-soaked, Edda-edged world, tragically debauched by whiskey, self-hatred, and institutionalized discrimination — which is a deep and affecting statement, given that that very thing actually fucking happened to all kinds of real human people, all over the world and in all kinds of circumstances — but would a kid be able to identify him? (No.)
Um. The witches! Serafina Pekkala is one of my favorite characters ever, and I thought she came off beautifully (if far too quickly) in The Golden Compass. There's a part near the end of the movie when, with our heroes caught in the teeth of the final battle, the chances look small, the choices look grim, the end seems near, etc. and then all of a sudden — oh shit, oh shit! — the witches arrive, playing the part of the cavalry far better than the cavalry ever did. Wow, finally!
I liked the image of people's dæmons particle-izing into glowing stardust when they died. Scary!
I also really liked the epic ending single: WOOOOO SHE'S LYRA! SHE HAS A DÆMON AND IT'S BROOOOOOWN!!! SHE'LL GO TO TOOOOOOOWN AND STOP THOSE CATHOLIC PRIESTS GETTING EVERYBODY DOOOOOOOOOOWN! Brilliant! Who wrote that? A cat?
THE SECRET OF KELLS
I loved this movie so much that I ran out and bought it the day after Christmas. It is, of all things, a Western anime, which stands to reason: The Secret of Kells is a Tolkien-ized installation of Irish mythology, fitted like a book-jacket around a fictionalized account of the creation of the famous Book of Kells. The early middle ages represent the final (and only?) moment Western art organically converged with Chinese and Japanese aesthetic convention, and because The Secret of Kells is conceived in that medievalish style it carries the literary and visual weight usually associated only with modern manga and anime. WOW! (Shortly after the dark ages folded into the high medieval era, of course, the world of Western art invented foreshortening, and promptly became extremely boring and literal-minded.) This movie describes, in the curves and angles of the illuminated manuscripts it quotes, the desperate quest undertaken by early Christian monks to spread the light of literacy throughout the world — despite daunting and fatal opposition. I despise Christianity, as I'm sure you've gathered, but somehow The Secret of Kells transforms the story of early Catholicism from a parable of promiscuous, violent, atavistic myth-stomping to a paradox of genuine, fragile human righteousness. I'm not too sure how the movie accomplished that, but I suspect it had something to do with the fact that the script was cleansed entirely of any actual reference to Christian doctrine. One of the characters in The Secret of Kells is a fairy child — a real one — and without her otherwordly guidance and succor, the Kells manuscript would've stood no chance of achieving either completion or sanctity. Suck on that, Pope Boniface!
Visually, The Secret of Kells is possibly the most stunning Western animation ever created. Its character designs are spectacular, its transitions inspired, its backgrounds inhumanly lush and gorgeous. Truly, I've never seen anything like it. At one point, the main character (who grows up to be the dutiful monk who ultimately finishes the Book), a little boy named Brendan, does metaphysical battle with the wretchedest of the remaining Celtic gods, a terrifying death-monster called Crom Cruach — and defeats it with a stick of chalk. The battle is evocative of ancient epics that describe the mystical exploits of Celtic and British heroes, but it also evokes the ordinary crusades children wage daily against their own irrational fears. Amazing! I've seldom seen mythology, history, and fantasy conflated so elaborately — or so concisely and accessibly — in a film. Highly, highly recommended.
But, so, shorter: PRETTY PRETTY BEAUTIFUL REAL PRETTY WOO WOO WOW WOW SUPER-PRETTY REALLY PRETTY PRETTY I CREID :[
BRIGHT STAR
I saw this one with my mother, and I think she liked it quite a bit more than I did, because she watched it with that serious, narrow-eyed face grown-ups wear when they're seeing something that fascinates them, whereas I was thinking, Ooof! This movie would benefit greatly from the inclusion of some musical numbers. And possibly some Elves. Or a spaceship. Or a talking wombat. Or Alan Rickman. Then I went to sleep.
Bright Star is about Keats and some pretty lady in a fancy hat yearning to have, but never actually having, a romantic relationship. And then he dies. (I think?) (Well, I mean: homie is definitely dead. But I think in the movie his death specifically puts a quietus on the action.) (I don't really know, though.) (Don't look at me; I was asleep.)
THE A-TEAM
This show was one of my favorites (along with Scooby-Doo and the My Little Pony cartoon) when I was little, so I was really expecting to be entertained on at least a third-grade level. But this movie was very boring, somehow, and also quite loud and off-putting, and I lost the plot early. No one really wanted to finish it, so we fast-forwarded through to the Liam Neeson parts and then ejected it.
LEGEND OF THE GUARDIANS: THE OWLS OF GA'HOOLE
This is another talking-animal movie; I thought these were British animals again, but the story turned out to be set in Australia. Well, I mean, I'm pretty sure that some of the animals were British, and some were Australian, and the one really awful owl had a very terrible "American" accent, which was a nice touch. This was more a real children's movie than The Golden Compass was, though, and it was paced very quickly — the hero owl, Soren, is horribly betrayed by his brother, and then immediately afterward he meets his bff, and then a helpful avuncular henchowl gets killed, then there's a happy flying owl-family montage, and then an adorable baby owl gets brainwashed, and then the Owl City guy sings a goofy owl song, and then Soren's brother tries to kill him, and then there's another happy owl montage, and then there's a scary battle, and then Soren winks at a cute-girl owl, etc. Also it seemed as though it took the protagonists at least three weeks of hard flying to find the Tree of Ga'Hoole at the beginning, and in the end it was, like, two feet away. Whatever. I found it a little jarring, but probably actual children would've stayed engaged throughout the whole film without getting bored. Um, the movie is based on a series of novels published just after the turn of the century, and the plot was the same story that is the beating heart of basically every late-model fantasy novel ever: An iniquitous Hitler character is planning a terrible war against a coalition of kind-hearted but incredulous UN Security Council characters, and in the end everyone worth saving is rescued by a ragtag band of endearing misfits. Or, in this case, by an owl that has figured out how out make a Molotov cocktail. This movie, though, had some nice 'messages' — that war is "hell" instead of a fun thing heroes get to do because they're sexy, for example, and that adhering to idiotic notions of white supremacy in battle disqualifies a lot of good canon fodder, and that facial disfigurement can indicate nobility as well as wickedness, and that if you don't believe in fairy tales it means you are evil and you'll die in a fire and nobody will care :]
This movie was also a visually-stunning CGI spectacle, crest and feathers above almost anything I've ever seen in the medium. (You see? What I did there?) Also it was probably very meaningful re: Australian history proper, which has been like one appalling, racist, crass, eugenics-motivated, colonialist chess game after another played between the British Empire and reality, with reality always on the losing team. But I'm too lazy to look it up.
BOTTLE SHOCK
This movie was really bad, and it is also an excellent reminder that even Alan Rickman cannot single-handedly save a sinking/boring filmship with the sheer buoyant force of his personal awesomeness. Bottle Shock was like an after-school special about wine. I think? It was kind of hard to tell, because only about three things happened and none of them were very interesting. At the end ❋ ~ ◦ SPOILER ◦ ~ ❋ the irritating Americans haphazardly transport their wine to the magical French wine-tasting contest which confers eternal legitimacy upon any wine that bests the palettes of the attendant company of super-picky French snobs, and it turns out that their icky American wine wins! It is much better than the icky French wine. Hooray for America! Or California! Or something! When they find out, all the French snobs are shocked! Shocked! CHOQUÉD! I think I was supposed to be charmed by the movie's quaint, prosaic ending, but by that time I wanted to kill all of the characters and dance on their freshly-cut graves, so I was in no mood to be charmed by anything, including Rickman speaking French. (That last part is obviously a blatant lie.) Throughout the whole movie, nobody even once mentioned that wine is very awful and it tastes like rotten grapes mixed with rubbing alcohol, or, if you are extremely lucky, it tastes like sweet Kool-Aid mixed with slightly less rubbing alcohol. I think that is a key point to make, in any movie about the world of winecraft. NOBODY WOULD EVER DRINK ANY OF THIS HORRIBLE SHIT UNLESS THEY WERE ALREADY VERY DRUNK OR HAD HAD THEIR TASTEBUDS DESTROYED BY LONG-TERM EXPOSURE TO NOUVELLE CUISINE, Alan Rickman should've said, in French, as a preface to the action. Perfect. Problem solved. Bottle Shock also features Bill Pullman, who is apparently a really horrible actor and I just now noticed, and also that semi-boring guy who played Star Trek Babies Captain Kirk, who was wearing my great-grandma Maudie's old wig, but in Buttercream Blonde instead of Glorious Ginger. And! And it also features sum hawt chix, one of whom averts an arrest for indecent exposure by flashing her tits at a cop. Haha, feminism! It was the 70s, you guys. Shit didn’t make sense on purpose.
This is the only good part of the whole movie. It is twenty-seven seconds long. Watch it a couple of times and then forget about it.
Hey, I am retarded and I like children's movies! I think that goes without saying, though. Adult movies are insultingly loud and misogynistic, or insufficiently full of Alan Rickman as Hwæt the pansermøøse, or boring pointless depressing love stories about long-dead dumb white people who wrote lovely poetry and made pretty hats but failed to notice that they were all going to die sooner or later anyway, so please stop crying already. I mean, come on, lady — what are you, a talking animal? Now, they have real problems.
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Date: 2011-01-05 06:43 pm (UTC)Do you like your Kindle? I've been sort of stubbornly holding onto my paperbacks and eying the Kindle warily for a year now. Also, normally half my suitcase is packed with books when I go home for holidays.
THE SECRET OF KELLS! I saw your icon, but I didn't know if you had watched it or just thought it was pretty. Netflix had it as soon as it came out on DVD, so I snapped it up. It had been on my to-watch list since last summer, I think, when I first watched the scene in your icon on the Youtubes. So gorgeous! The transitions really were amazing! I thought the ending was a little anticlimactic (although fitting) given all the time that passes, but I can forgive that for everything else. Kitties! A fairy! Wolves! Magic! Art! Characterization and story! What more could you ask for? I recommended it to my nieces and nephews, but no one's shown it to them so far. : (
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Date: 2011-01-06 10:45 am (UTC)Well, I went for my dad. Everybody knows that I’ve been ill recently, so it was very easy for me to pretend, halfway through the 'festivities,' that I’d gotten sick and needed to be taken home. I am Jesus-like in my awesomeness, this I know.
Do you like your Kindle?
Ummmmm… I don’t really know. I am going to have to read the fucking manual in order to use it, which I find extremely traumatizing. I’m use to iDevices, which have pretty pictures on them that you push like buttons and things happen instantly. This "scrolling arrows" thing, this "keyboard" thing — they take some getting used to. I’ll make a post about it, if it turns out that I end up loving it.
Otherwise I would stick to the paperbacks, if I were you.
THE SECRET OF KELLS!
Eeeeeee! ♥
Kitties! A fairy! Wolves! Magic! Art! Characterization and story! What more could you ask for?
NOTHING.
I recommended it to my nieces and nephews, but no one's shown it to them so far. : (
My only regret is that I was not a child in a timely manner, and missed so many wonderful things. Which is not to say that adults can’t enjoy things like The Secret of Kells as much as kids can — but if I had seen that movie when I was 11 or 12, it probably would’ve saved me some wangst later on.
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Date: 2011-01-06 10:52 am (UTC)