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If it seems like I'm updating Astrarium even more erratically than usual,
and this actually troubles you, I do apologize. I've just been a little
distracted. I'm also hoping it doesn't get better anytime soon.
I was curiously low energy this week, and I was worried I was losing my
touch before I figured out my body was just fighting off a cold. I had
Big Plans for the weekend but scrapped them in favor of watching a bunch
of movies and DVDs:
The Italian Job. I hear this is nothing like the original, but I
wouldn't know because I've never seen the original. Aimee and I went in
with very low expectations and got a fun stylish caper movie for our
troubles. Seth Green was at his finest, Edward Norton was simultaneously
disgusting and oh-so-hot, and my next car is totally a Mini. I really
enjoyed the soundtrack too.
Toy Story. I never get sick of this movie.
Armageddon. Legend has it that Aimee first figured out she was
pregnant with Sophie when she cried watching this. I did not cry, so I
can only surmise that my hormones are not similarly out of whack. Owen
Wilson redeemed the first half for me, but once his character bought it
Smarmageddon bored the tar out of me. Michael Bay's films are
directed so strangely. Lots of superfluous crap thrown in for no
apparent reason, scenes that don't fit the chronology, and oh Lord the
heavyhanded emotion. Maybe I was supposed to feel patriotic? Who the
hell knows.
Finding Nemo. Yay, more Pixar! And Sophie's first actual film in
a theater! Unless you count the Parkway's baby brigade, which she
doesn't remember. My first movie was E.T., and it freaked my shit
out so bad I have yet to gather the strength of will to watch it
again. Sophie did great. Once the lights went down she sat in Aimee's
lap and hid her face whenever things got too scary. The movie itself was
amazing. Pixar excels at creating entire alternate universes that are
incredibly rich in detail and color, and this film was no exception. I
kept forgetting it was animated. I was also constantly laughing out
loud. Seeing a Sunday matinee in a theater full of raucous children is
actually tons of fun, especially if there's a screamer in the audience.
The Italian
Job
Finding
Nemo
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Heidi J. De Vries
