I, Fa-So-La-la, have, in the last fifteen months, seen six movies in a theater. And in the next few months I will see at least three more. Such dissipation!
The trouble started with The Incredibles waaaay back in October of 04... I little realised then what a slippery path I had set my feet on. I mean, come on! It was a kid's movie!
All went smoothly for a while...until the fateful afternoon in February 05 when, with Spuddy Buddy gone to the grandparent's house, we three ladies decided to go see Phantom of the Opera. Well, we went. And that would have been the end. But it wasn't. Because we then decided, an hour later, to go see Finding Neverland. Two movies in one day-- oh horror! Oh doom!
Several months went by, until at length, in November, Pride and Prejudice came out. We rounded up some dear friends and went to see it, the day after it opened. At an 11:00 PM showing... ah, that was glamorous. Then, a couple of weeks later, we were with some more dear friends, and we decided that we wanted the experience of seeing it with them too. So we saw it again.
Which brings us to yesterday evening, when we went to see Narnia (more on that in a minute). We saw previews of three, three movies that we wanted to see-- Cars, the next Pixar movie, Pirates of the Caribbean 2, which I expect will be every bit as stupid and every bit as wonderful as the first, and Lady in the Water, by The-Guy-Who-Made-The-Village-and-Signs (we can never remember his name-- around here he is always referred to as Shamalama-ding-dong). Oh yes yes yes, I can't wait for that one. Just a side note, make sure you go watch the trailer for it, it's a piece of sheer genius. It is incredibly beautiful, makes you oh-so-curious about the movie, and-- best of all-- tells absolutely nothing about the movie. You can see it here
Now, as for Narnia-- oh my word oh my word oh my word I say... it was incredible. Probably the strangest movie experience I have ever had, because the whole time it was like someone had plastered my imagination to the big screen. Everything looked just like I have imagined it, to the point that I gasped aloud many times. It was like seeing an old friend again. I actually cried, which those of you who know me know is just pretty remarkable. I don't really want to say anything about it, because everybody needs to experience it for themselves, but I will say that aside from the music (which was dismayfully loserish) there is really nothing wrong with this movie at all. It's amazing.
It also illustrates a time honored saying, or rather, a really bad paraphrase of a time-honored saying--
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that there is just really nothing like a guy on a horse with a sword."
So anyway, that's my confession. Dreadful, I know. I need help.