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| To be honest, I've struggled with exactly how to review this film.
On one hand, Ledger's performance was the perfect grand finale, and I have to say the film was very well done, with big moral themes that made you really respect the good guys.
On the other hand, it's not really a movie I would recommend.
Lucky for me, I came across this article today, that expressed exactly why I feel so conflicted about Batman: The Dark Knight.
http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001824.cfm
A well done, interesting, and, in some ways, inspiring film, with no fuzzies. | | |
| The Facebook crowd already knows this, but my Xanga buddies should probably know that Marcus and I have moved to Ohio and we're pregnant. (Well, I am anyway.)
I get to stay home with the kid, which is super cool. I'm practicing now, by sitting at home on the sofa every day, eating bon bons and watching soaps.
We're very grateful for this child, but I must admit I've had different moods about this all. Emotionally, Marcus and I are kind of all over the place. This is a lot of change at once, and we're still figuring out how to adjust to it all. Right now we're still processing the move, but the kid thing is finally starting to sink in with me. I'm not showing yet, but I can kind of feel where the baby is now, when I push on my tummy. And that's weird. I was looking at a picture in one of the baby books of what kiddo looks like now. It looks like a real baby. Those type of pictures make me a little bit panicky. I mean, it was one thing when the baby looked like an alien blob, but now it looks like a real baby, with fingernails and everything, just hanging out... and growing.
I have no idea how to take care of a baby.
Like, I imagine having an 8 year old kid, and I think, "I'm going to be an awesome mom!" Even with a 14 year old, I think, "I could totally handle that." But with a teeny tiny baby, that cries, and doesn't use cerebral logic. I don't know how to do that. I can't remember far back enough to know what that kid is thinking.
And then, I made the mistake tonight of reading about the labor part. I figured it was an ultra medical type book my doctor gave me, so it would probably describe things in easy to handle terms. (Unlike the many horror stories I've heard from other women.) Ignorance is bliss, and I'm never reading a book about anything ever again. I don't understand how women can do that and still be Christians when it's over. I don't know how to deal with that.
So, with this big move in the works, it's been easy for me to limit my preggo thoughts to the good parts, like coordinating onesies, decorative bumper pads, not having to suck in my gut for nine months, and the manageable 8 year old child that will eventually result from all this.
For the rest of it... I am clearly under-qualified.
Kids don't really need to have good moms until they're eight anyway, right?
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| I cried and cried and cried.
For being such an emotionally turbulent movie, it seems odd to only give it a 2.5 on the Fuzzy scale.
Don't go see it if you don't like tear jerkers. If you do, you may feel as ridiculous as I did for bawling over the fate of an animated robot.
I give Fuzzies based on my emotional state when I exit the movie theater. Although, the character of WALL-E is totally endearing and touching--the absolute embodiment of a Warm Fuzzy--the resentment over being forced to tears by animated ROBOTS, outweighed the instant attachment to and likability of the characters in this well written Pixar escape.
If you're less prone to flee from your own emotions, you may well adore Disney's WALL-E.
On a Political Note: You may have heard, as I did, that WALL-E was a "Save-the-Planet" environmental wacko movie. Though the topic of pollution played a major role in the film's plot, I didn't feel that humans were depicted as evil (though possibly a little naive). On the opposing end, the "government" truly exacerbated the problem. It provided all of the people's needs and wants in an extreme socialist situation--causing the citizens to become completely dependent and helpless. Overall, I didn't feel that this was meant to be a "lib" film. As long as you're not pushing the HYPOTHESIS of man-made global warming, I have no problem with films that encourage us to clean up the gook. Less gook is good. | | |
| I know it's hard to believe that such a thing is possible, but you really should check out Drew's MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/doubleofive They're all in his blog there. My favorite reviews were Juno and Iron Man. (Ironically, both movies I'd promised to review here, but never did.) His one sentence summaries are mind-bogglingly clever. He's a harsher critic than I am, but he's working with points. I only give fuzzies. His reviews are often more entertaining than the films themselves. Check out his myspace and thank me later. In the mean time... my own reviews are severly lacking in effort. | | |
| Yay! Three fantastic years! Sorry, singles. Being married rocks. It seems like every year we look back and say, "Hey! We've gotten better at this since last year!" | | |
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