“‘Wall·E’ can’t help but send out a powerful and even frightening environmental message. Though G-rated, its dystopian vision of what the perils of consumer excess have in store for the planet is unnerving without trying too hard, bringing to mind the old truism that Walt Disney and his company (Pixar’s parent) have scared more people than Alfred Hitchcock.” -Kenneth Turan, Los Angeles Times
Note: Minimal spoilers in this post – not much beyond your standard movie review. But really, you should go out and see “Wall·E” immediately!
There was a group of snarky children sitting behind me in the movie theater the other day. We had come straight from happy hour to “Wall·E,” and I wasn’t in the mood to listen to sullen kids shouting, “Lame!” during the previews. “Wouldn’t it be weird if you grew up watching so much computer animation?” my coworker whispered as we suffered through the fifth trailer for a sub-par movie about talking animals. I thought that if the children behind us were any indication, we’d have incredibly high standards for animated films. Nothing would dazzle us; the bigger and flashier, the better. They whispered loudly through the charming short film that preceded the main feature. But as the screen darkened with the first expanse of outer space and the strains of “Hello, Dolly!,” (“Out there, there’s a world outside of Yonkers”) the kids finally fell silent.
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“That is the stupidest story I ever heard, and I read the entire Sweet Valley High series.” -Moe, “Homer the Moe,” The Simpsons
I read a lot when I was younger. Standard kids stuff, Narnia and Little House on the Prairie and all that. Then in sixth grade, I read Julius Caesar for a book report. It was a big leap, but I managed to trudge through it, relying heavily on the footnotes. It should have been the start of my literary life: next Macbeth, then Dickens, then, I don’t know, Proust? But something happened that year, something complicated and indescribable, and pretty soon, I was on my way to owning and/or reading every book in the entire Sweet Valley franchise.
“You have just invented a new form of torture.” -Simon Cowell
I’m going to lower the bar a little bit here. I have a couple posts of germinating – the attorney general, the sub-prime mortgage and credit crises – but I think there might be one thing out there that takes precedence. An image of a bound and gagged Simon Cowell can only mean one thing: I’ve succumbed. I’m not sure why I’m letting people know this, but I’ve been a regular viewer of this season’s “American Idol.” I’ve never done it before, I’m not sure I’ll do it again, but it hasn’t been half bad. In light of this evening’s drawn-out, overdone finale (and the relatively surprising conclusion), I’d like to say one or two things about “American Idol” – what it’s been, what it is, and why, despite its ridiculousness, it might be worth watching.