Jan. 3rd, 2004
My previous exposure to the story has been limited to the two films everyone's seen: the light-and-fluffy Disney animated version, and Spielberg's overdramatic Hook. (No, I've not read the J.M. Barrie books. I am a bad connoisseur of children's literature.) So I went into Pan expecting to like it, sure, maybe, but not really be bowled over or anything.
Damn. I was happy. It had the fun light Victorian repartee that I've previously only encountered at length in The Importance of Being Earnest. It had outstanding acting. It had costumes and gaslights and The War of the Worlds and pirates and Indians and swords and mermaids (my god, the mermaids were SO COOL) and yeah. It ruled. I'd take children to see it in a heartbeat. ("Is this a story for children? Of course it is. It's a story for anyone who's willing to listen." --UKL) Peter is great (though he loses that just a bit during about the third quarter), casting Mr Darling as Hook was brilliant and inspired, and Wendy (of course) steals the show. She's a bit more active than the average Victorian girl, which is all for the good. (Vanessa Redgrave as Aunt Millicent sounds eerily like Ms Irma Prunesquallor from Gormenghast.)
To say that I enjoyed it would be an understatement. I laughed. I cried. I didn't quite fall down. It didn't quite change my life. I'll be picking it up on DVD and watching it occasionally when I feel the need for something utterly brilliant.
Damn. I was happy. It had the fun light Victorian repartee that I've previously only encountered at length in The Importance of Being Earnest. It had outstanding acting. It had costumes and gaslights and The War of the Worlds and pirates and Indians and swords and mermaids (my god, the mermaids were SO COOL) and yeah. It ruled. I'd take children to see it in a heartbeat. ("Is this a story for children? Of course it is. It's a story for anyone who's willing to listen." --UKL) Peter is great (though he loses that just a bit during about the third quarter), casting Mr Darling as Hook was brilliant and inspired, and Wendy (of course) steals the show. She's a bit more active than the average Victorian girl, which is all for the good. (Vanessa Redgrave as Aunt Millicent sounds eerily like Ms Irma Prunesquallor from Gormenghast.)
To say that I enjoyed it would be an understatement. I laughed. I cried. I didn't quite fall down. It didn't quite change my life. I'll be picking it up on DVD and watching it occasionally when I feel the need for something utterly brilliant.
past, future
Jan. 3rd, 2004 06:06 pmMrs V's service was . . . good. Cathartic. Reaffirmed my lack of belief in an afterlife, oddly enough. Good hymns, good people. The handbell choir played "Let There Be Peace on Earth" at the close of the service, which was the closing hymn for a good many years. People started humming along. About halfway through, the congregation suddenly started singing. Togetherness. That's what I miss from church. (So I go to the post-service gathering and realise that I know practically no one there anymore. So it goes.)
I'm going to Shauna's tonight for a bit because I desperately need to unwind (though I'm unsure when I'll actually get there). Six hours of sleep just isn't enough anymore. Perhaps I'll spend the evening giving backrubs to people with iron backs again. I'll be back in the burg in time to work my 12:45 shift tomorrow. Likely that this'll be my last online time 'til I get net at the apt up and running.
"Some days it feels like the whole world is smeared with Vaz." --Jeff Noon
I'm going to Shauna's tonight for a bit because I desperately need to unwind (though I'm unsure when I'll actually get there). Six hours of sleep just isn't enough anymore. Perhaps I'll spend the evening giving backrubs to people with iron backs again. I'll be back in the burg in time to work my 12:45 shift tomorrow. Likely that this'll be my last online time 'til I get net at the apt up and running.
"Some days it feels like the whole world is smeared with Vaz." --Jeff Noon