In a desperate attempt to stave off watching the Chipmunk ‘squeakuel’, I managed to divert the Littlest Princess into the following movies over the past couple of weeks.
The first offering, Fantastic Mr. Fox was quite enjoyable. We got a few laughs, and (for me anyway) a couple of ‘close to the bone moments, eg: “…does anyone read my column?” “Why can’t you be happy with the life you’ve got?” etc.
There was no Disney schmaltz either. The baddies were bad, and the goodies actually killed chickens. Ok, they didn’t show them actually ripping the heads off, but as close as you can get. In fact I wouldn’t have been surprised to see one of them having a dump! Maybe it was my eyes, but the colours used were reminiscent of an old movie, maybe this was a deliberate move by the director, tipping his hat to the author, Roald Dahl.
Anyway, we left the theatre with smiles on our faces, and a desire to watch the show again. Probably not a movie for the littlies, but one for kids over 8-ish?
This week we waddled back to see The Tooth Fairy. Now, I’m not a big fan of the Disney, ‘Paint by Numbers’, cliché ridden, oddball character gets girl and saves the day type films. And I’ve haven’t actually seen Dwayne Johnson in a film yet, which goes to show you how out of touch I must be. But… I actually enjoyed this film. The Littlest Princess enjoyed this film. We both laughed, enjoyed some whispered private jokes, and left the theatre feeling pretty damned good.
The character, Tracy, played by a stringbean Englishman, cracked me up. He is the spitting image of an old workmate of mine, and has the same characteristics, which was probably why I liked him so much. He and Dwayne worked well together, and Billy Crystal’s small parts were equally enjoyable. He’s good at what he does ol’ Bill.
On the way home, the Littlest Princess asked if we could buy the movie, so I’ll give that 4 thumbs up on the enjoy-o-meter, and I decided that I could also sit through it again.
I must admit I was sort of reminded of Hulk Hogans’ films back in the 80’s & 90’s (when he had hair) which seemed to strike a chord with kids, and another ‘certain audience’. Which has left me wondering, “Am I really a redneck?” Maybe it’s time I took in some adult offerings to redress the balance?! Soon.
Anything but that damned chipmunk movie.