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Jul. 21st, 2008 11:22 pmI've been singing songs from Enchanted all day. Liz and I watched it last night; I hadn't seen it before. Though not quite the general direction of my usual twisting of fairy tales, I still loved it--pointed out the ridiculous stupidity of the fairy-tale ideal of Twu Wuv from Outer Space (as I like to call it--that's not a term used in the movie), but not in an entirely mean-spirited way, and also ascribed a lot of power to love and the ability to lighten up and indulge in the fun bits of fairy tales (because seriously, we all KNOW life would be better with spontaneous musical numbers). Overall, got me in a bit of a pink frilly princessy mood, which is extremely difficult to do.
Then we watched Matilda. Spent most of it going "OH MY GOD I'D FORGOTTEN THIS BIT! THIS IS AWESOME!" because Matilda is an amazing, amazing story and Roald Dahl is the best crotchety child-hating old man to ever happen to children's literature and Matilda is a very easy imagine-yourself-as character for me because I was rather accelerated when I was in kindergarten and OH MAN I WANT SUPERPOWERS IN MY EYEBALLS. The idea that if I were smart enough, and read enough and never watched television, I could totally develop telekinesis, was enough to keep me away from the idiot box for my entire childhood.
Unfortunately, if it wasn't enough then, there's no way I'm developing superpowers now, even if I could somehow un-hook myself from the shows I've gotten hooked on.
I feel like I should say something about The Castle of Cagliostro as well, since I watched that yesterday too and it was quite enjoyable, but as it did not particularly resonate with any deep emotional chords within myself, as neither cartoons, adventure movies nor stories with male lead characters were particular childhood obsessions of mine, I would have to actually use my brain to say anything intelligent about it, and my brain right now is quite strictly off. It has been a long day and I am tired. All I can say right about now is that Fujiko was awesome, because she actually did shit, and that almost made up for Clarisse not only being not that awesome (which I guess is not *entirely* her fault; she was kept in seclusion for years, and was under sedation for a lot of the movie), but also having the cartoon version of a very bad haircut. I will maybe do this movie justice later. Or maybe not. Probably not, actually, as the next time I have spare time and energy I must write a lengthy review of Cold Comfort Farm (I will not be able to rest until I do this). And then next weekend's movie-watching schedule is epic, plus there's a party on Saturday... I'm so busy!
I wrote a big chunk of the Pneu poem yesterday. Go me.
In other news... there is no other news. Goodnight.
Then we watched Matilda. Spent most of it going "OH MY GOD I'D FORGOTTEN THIS BIT! THIS IS AWESOME!" because Matilda is an amazing, amazing story and Roald Dahl is the best crotchety child-hating old man to ever happen to children's literature and Matilda is a very easy imagine-yourself-as character for me because I was rather accelerated when I was in kindergarten and OH MAN I WANT SUPERPOWERS IN MY EYEBALLS. The idea that if I were smart enough, and read enough and never watched television, I could totally develop telekinesis, was enough to keep me away from the idiot box for my entire childhood.
Unfortunately, if it wasn't enough then, there's no way I'm developing superpowers now, even if I could somehow un-hook myself from the shows I've gotten hooked on.
I feel like I should say something about The Castle of Cagliostro as well, since I watched that yesterday too and it was quite enjoyable, but as it did not particularly resonate with any deep emotional chords within myself, as neither cartoons, adventure movies nor stories with male lead characters were particular childhood obsessions of mine, I would have to actually use my brain to say anything intelligent about it, and my brain right now is quite strictly off. It has been a long day and I am tired. All I can say right about now is that Fujiko was awesome, because she actually did shit, and that almost made up for Clarisse not only being not that awesome (which I guess is not *entirely* her fault; she was kept in seclusion for years, and was under sedation for a lot of the movie), but also having the cartoon version of a very bad haircut. I will maybe do this movie justice later. Or maybe not. Probably not, actually, as the next time I have spare time and energy I must write a lengthy review of Cold Comfort Farm (I will not be able to rest until I do this). And then next weekend's movie-watching schedule is epic, plus there's a party on Saturday... I'm so busy!
I wrote a big chunk of the Pneu poem yesterday. Go me.
In other news... there is no other news. Goodnight.