Busy Friday
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elfsSo, today we took the kids to see Piglet's Big Movie.
It's not a bad movie, as kid's films go. I have to make the same complaint about this one that I did about The Tigger Movie: threatening the characters with serious bodily harm and permanent destruction is simply not in the spirit of the original A.A. Milne series.
But it has a lot of Roo and Tigger and Rabbit and company, and it's not a terrible attempt. A worthwhile way to spend the afternoon with the kids, especially in a cool theater when it's becoming surprisingly warm outside. There is one moment when the blend of computer and traditional animation don't mesh well, and that's a scene of Owl in his rocking chair from a distance. The overmasking is so badly done it's like one of those bluescreen effects from the 80's, when you could see the outline around the actors. It's not more than 45 frames long, but it was startling to see something like that get past the editors.
It's still no Lilo & Stitch.
Kouryou-chan, Yamaarashi-chan and I were the second family in the theater. The first was a woman and her three kids, a girl and two boys, probably ages 7, 6, and 5, respectively. The mother looked up and said, "Oh, good. For a second I thought I was going to be the only one here." Then she gets up and leaves-- and she doesn't come back! For the whole movie she disappeared. The kids were on their own, and they must have been bored by it because they started running around and making noise. It fell to me to make them shut up and sit down. I was really annoyed. And when we left the theater, she was still nowhere to be found.
And what the fsck is up with Nightcrawler in the new X-Men film? Instead of fur, he's just blue-skinned, with these awful tattoos. I don't remember Kurt having tattoos! And I was a serious X-Men fan when Nightcrawler was around.
When I got home, the kids went to play in the backyard and Omaha pulled me into the bedroom for a surprise quickie. It was nice, but we tried this new lubricant called Maximus, and went it was over that stuff gave me the most terrible burning sensation in my urethra. There was no nonoxynol-9 in it, so it must have been one of the preservatives that I reacted to. It was excruciating.
We went out to a mid-range restaurant, The Keg, for dinner and the waiter actually spammed us. I couldn't believe it. I expect a waiter to make recommendations and tell us the special of the day, but this guy repeated word-for-word what the restaurant advertisement says without any editing or inflection. It was like something right out of one of those bad anti-consumerist novels like Jennifer Government or Everyone in Silico.
And the music was terrible. The lighting and menu were appropriate for a calm, somewhat expensive dinner, and the music was loud and straight out of a sports bar. Thumpy hip-hop and over-mixed Madonna do not make for a congenital dinner.
It's not a bad movie, as kid's films go. I have to make the same complaint about this one that I did about The Tigger Movie: threatening the characters with serious bodily harm and permanent destruction is simply not in the spirit of the original A.A. Milne series.
But it has a lot of Roo and Tigger and Rabbit and company, and it's not a terrible attempt. A worthwhile way to spend the afternoon with the kids, especially in a cool theater when it's becoming surprisingly warm outside. There is one moment when the blend of computer and traditional animation don't mesh well, and that's a scene of Owl in his rocking chair from a distance. The overmasking is so badly done it's like one of those bluescreen effects from the 80's, when you could see the outline around the actors. It's not more than 45 frames long, but it was startling to see something like that get past the editors.
It's still no Lilo & Stitch.
Kouryou-chan, Yamaarashi-chan and I were the second family in the theater. The first was a woman and her three kids, a girl and two boys, probably ages 7, 6, and 5, respectively. The mother looked up and said, "Oh, good. For a second I thought I was going to be the only one here." Then she gets up and leaves-- and she doesn't come back! For the whole movie she disappeared. The kids were on their own, and they must have been bored by it because they started running around and making noise. It fell to me to make them shut up and sit down. I was really annoyed. And when we left the theater, she was still nowhere to be found.
And what the fsck is up with Nightcrawler in the new X-Men film? Instead of fur, he's just blue-skinned, with these awful tattoos. I don't remember Kurt having tattoos! And I was a serious X-Men fan when Nightcrawler was around.
When I got home, the kids went to play in the backyard and Omaha pulled me into the bedroom for a surprise quickie. It was nice, but we tried this new lubricant called Maximus, and went it was over that stuff gave me the most terrible burning sensation in my urethra. There was no nonoxynol-9 in it, so it must have been one of the preservatives that I reacted to. It was excruciating.
We went out to a mid-range restaurant, The Keg, for dinner and the waiter actually spammed us. I couldn't believe it. I expect a waiter to make recommendations and tell us the special of the day, but this guy repeated word-for-word what the restaurant advertisement says without any editing or inflection. It was like something right out of one of those bad anti-consumerist novels like Jennifer Government or Everyone in Silico.
And the music was terrible. The lighting and menu were appropriate for a calm, somewhat expensive dinner, and the music was loud and straight out of a sports bar. Thumpy hip-hop and over-mixed Madonna do not make for a congenital dinner.
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Re: The blue guy.
Date: 2003-04-12 01:54 pm (UTC)