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It's not so much the fourth dimension (which consists of a cloud of what smells like burnt brake pads, wafted into the cinema five minutes in, a squirt of water half way through and some soap bubbles during the finale), as the plot, which turns out to be as emotionally battering as any story about relinquishing childhood can be. I wonder if Pixar's mission is to smuggle in as many of these darkly freighted experiences as possible, concealed beneath a false flag of a film that's, y'know, for kids.
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Toy Story 3
After watching Toy Story 3 in 4D, I'm a bit shellshocked.
It's not so much the fourth dimension (which consists of a cloud of what smells like burnt brake pads, wafted into the cinema five minutes in, a squirt of water half way through and some soap bubbles during the finale), as the plot, which turns out to be as emotionally battering as any story about relinquishing childhood can be. I wonder if Pixar's mission is to smuggle in as many of these darkly freighted experiences as possible, concealed beneath a false flag of a film that's, y'know, for kids.
It's not so much the fourth dimension (which consists of a cloud of what smells like burnt brake pads, wafted into the cinema five minutes in, a squirt of water half way through and some soap bubbles during the finale), as the plot, which turns out to be as emotionally battering as any story about relinquishing childhood can be. I wonder if Pixar's mission is to smuggle in as many of these darkly freighted experiences as possible, concealed beneath a false flag of a film that's, y'know, for kids.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
The Calamari Wrestler
Dorsher leant me some very suspect DVDs, and tonight we got round to putting one of them on: The Calamari Wrestler.
Now, it's not often that you get to watch a film about wrestling, where the hero is a bloke in a big rubber squid suit, who buys sardines from local fishmongers and spends his downtime meditating in a temple while a Buddhist monk hits him on the head with a ceremonial wooden plank.
Now, it's not often that you get to watch a film about wrestling, where the hero is a bloke in a big rubber squid suit, who buys sardines from local fishmongers and spends his downtime meditating in a temple while a Buddhist monk hits him on the head with a ceremonial wooden plank.
