Oh, and Hubero lost a tooth last night. Which is a relief. Siamese are prone to pre-mature tooth loss, and he's had an upper incisor dangling by a thread for days, making him cranky. Spooky didn't want me to pull it, and I didn't want to pay a vet to do it. Fortunately, it has taken care of itself.
As predicted, no writing yesterday, and, as predicted, we went to see Wall-E (my first Rhode Island theatre movie, by the way). We went down to Warwick, knowing that the Providence Place Mall would be infested with surly teens who make bad, noisy audiences. We were able to make the 12:10 pm matinée, and discovered that movies are actually a dollar cheaper per ticket in Warwick than Atlanta, which surprised me. Anyway, my thoughts on the film, behind the cut, for SPOILERS:
So, the first thing I want to say is that I will not argue about the relative merits of this film with anyone. I'm looking at you, in particular, robyn_ma and scarletboi. Indeed, I'm tempted to turn off comments to this post. Here's my thing. Yes, Wall-E is a fun movie. It's a good movie. But, despite my expectations (based largely on reactions on my friend's list), it is not a perfect film, not even a perfcet Pixar film. That was Ratatouille. Yes, I adored Wall-E and Eve. Yes, they were very sweet. And their love story is quite wonderful, no arguments there. The film is visually, technically astounding. The opening scenes, with Wall-E alone on Earth, then with Eve's arrival — all that is superb. No arguments there. But, for Spooky and I both, the movie suffers a great deal as soon as Wall-E arrives at the Axiom. Two things go awry here. First, the film has one of the flabbiest, most unfocused middles of any film I have recently seen (and could have been 45 minutes shorter, I say). It just...races about, willy nilly, there in the middle. Secondly —— and this is, for us, the greater problem —— the human characters are physically repugnant and in no way entertaining nor the least bit (I hesitate to use the word, but) sympathetic. Great pink grubs, giant babies, the product of 700 years of Wal-Mart (okay, B&L) and fast food. And it's not just that I dislike humans to start with. Hell, almost every book and movie I like (we're talking thousands, I suppose) manages to make me care about, or at least be interested in the fate of, human characters. But...these mass-produced giant baby people with their piggy little toes? No. Ew. The film recovers some of its power towards the end, once Eve and Wall-E are back on Earth, but the damage has been done. I say it would have been a far better and more interesting film if the robots had left the Axiom and the humans, and gone back to tend the recovering planet, perhaps with an eye towards one day bringing the humans home. Maybe. After they'd been physically rehabilitated and taught pizza does not grow on trees. Instead, we're left with this thing that's meant to be a cautionary tale (don't fuck up the planet), but is, rather, a cop out (go ahead, fuck up the planet; your technology will save you in the end). Oh, and I did love that Sigourney Weaver was the voice of the Axiom's mainframe. And that Wall-E's start-up sound was the Apple chime. The stuff with Hello Dolly, loved it. There are, in truth, a thousand things to love about the film, but, as a whole, it falls flat. Ratatouille was a tough act to follow, and the folks at Pixar should have known that. Now, I understand, the film is wildly popular. It may even win Pixar another Oscar or three. So, this is just me, and my personal kvetching. The film has already proven itself a hit. So, if you love it, there is absolutely no need here to defend it. Just feel sorry for me, that I'm such a jaded old fuck or whatever. I very much dislike having to say that I find fault with a movie (especially after paying $15 to see it), but there you go. I give it 8 stars out of 10.
Very, very windy today. 20 to 30 mph. But it's helping to cool what threatened to be a very hot day. It's presently 84F, with an expected high of 85. Only 78 in the house. Dr. Munõz has not been rolled into my office, even.
Not much else to yesterday. After the movie, we stopped at Newbury Comics and picked up the latest from VNV Nation (Judgement) and Lisa Gerrard (The Silver Tree). The former is very, very good, but the latter is sublime. I was very well behaved and did not buy the Movie Maniacs Bram Stoker's Dracula action figures, even though I've been wishing someone would do them since 1992. Even though they were priced ridiculously cheap at $10. I am not buying more action figures, as I've no place to keep many of the ones I now own. Back home, I began reading the next chapter of the Triassic book. We hung some more pictures. We watched The Devil's Rejects for the fifth time. And then, late, I had some very excellent Second Life rp in Toxia (thank you Omega, Cerdwin, Joah, Bellatrix, Abigel, and Larissa). The godthing that Nareth died to grant entry into the world — call it Labyrinth, Eris Discordia, Paradox, Contradiction, Azathoth — was claimed by the Omega Institute and taken from the Pit and the company of the Shadows to the library, where it has been given sanctuary while the OI tries to figure out what's to be done with it and whether or not Nareth can be resurrected. But, the atomic structure of its insufficient body is decaying, burning out, and it knows that fate dictates the Lady Omega will slay it. blu_muse took some nice screencaps, which you may see here. Click on them for larger versions. This is certainly one of the best storylines I've been a part of in SL, and it makes me long for the dear, imploded Dune sim. So does Lisa Gerrard.
Okay. The platypus declares I've said enough, so it's back to the salt mines with me.