My daughter and I saw the Disney movie Tangled yesterday afternoon. You'd think, after teaching 1st and 2nd graders all week she'd want an R rated film at least, but we both are suckers for the preschool cine. It wasn't great, like Beauty and the Beast or Mulan, but it was engaging. The 3D is fun. I preferred Princess and the Frog, because the music was better and there was more of it, but there are a couple of songs in Tangled that are delightful. The hero looks like Aladdin and Prince Naveen mixed with Adrien Brody - very strange. And Rapunzel is the Barbie doll one inch waisted, Keene eyed girl who resembles Speilberg's space aliens. Belle looked sort of real and had expressions, but this gal looks like she went through a spaghetti stretcher and her eyes popped out. Very creepy.
Oh, well, I'm the old lady who has Lady and the Tramp and Robin Hood in her heart. The new look is anorexia plus drug overdose.
Then we came home with tacos and found my husband watching Ladyhawke, and we settled in to see a truly satisfying movie. No special effects, but magic through and through.
See what a geezer I have become? I don't have an IPad either, and you know I can't get my photos out of IPhoto into an email. But - tah dah - I did send a song attachment to another human being yesterday, so all is not lost. He received it, and now it is translated into English, and I know what I'm singing. I love the lyrics, too. There is always hope.
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