Typical Saturday Afternoon in October (2010)

While hubby watches college football on two screens, self tries to engage her imagination with the writing.

This is proving a tad difficult today.

Is it because self decided to occupy a few free hours by watching “Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’Hoole”? (Self was extremely canny about her usual movie snack of choice: ice cream. She avoided the peanut butter and dulce de leche, opting instead for a flavor she doesn’t care much for: mocha almond fudge. The result, as self had foreseen, was that she ended up eating only half the serving. Was that not extremely smart, dear blog readers? Of course, afterwards, self had to carry that gooey melted ice cream outside the theater and got very sticky fingers)

The movie was good. It was gratifiably gory. Since she knew who the Director was (Zack Snyder, the Director of “300”), she had expected no less. And the voices, by such well-known Aussies Geoffrey Rush, Anthony La Paglia, and Abbie Cornish and one very famous non-Aussie, Helen Mirren, were satisfyingly authentic. That is, you have no idea until you hear an Aussie accent coming from an owl in full battle regalia (meaning a helmet and evil-looking metal nail spikes, like the ones used in cockfighting) what an appropriate thing it is to have an Aussie accent in an animated movie.

Anyhoo, self experienced once again the glory of craggy peaks and stop-action blood splays, but this time the protagonists were owls. Which lent the whole a rather whimsical air. The only thing self didn’t like was the folksy song that occurred somewhere in the middle, and was heard again during the closing credits. It felt to self as if Zack woke up from his fevered dream and realized that he was supposed to be making a movie for kids, and if he didn’t manage to get at least one snappy tune in there he would not be remaining true to his purported audience. Aside from having to sit through that one silly song (which will probably be nominated for an Oscar, since pickings seem rather slim this year) self was totally rapt, for two whole hours. And even though the theater was full of kids, they made not a peep, so overwhelmed were they by the majesty of the owl battles.

Afterwards, self heard a little tyke tell what looked like a grandparent, “I was confused.” And the adult agreed, saying (rather mildly, self thought), “It was confusing, wasn’t it?” End of conversation.

Anyhoo, self loved the owls. They looked like great stuffed animals, except with wicked-looking, sharp beaks. Which made them a great improvement over Teddy Bears, at least in self’s humble opinion.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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