Went to Alice. Sat behind Gay Boys.

You have to know .. my poor husband often HATES this blog. He despises every detail about him that I have sent blazing eternally out into the internet. He would be thrilled beyond all belief if this were a private blog just for family and I only reported happy family news.

Sigh.

I'm sorry Greg ... that's not what I wanna write. (*cute pouty face, batting eyelashes*)

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I rarely make it to a real movie theater these days. Maybe once a month. But I've been looking forward to Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland for months.

With Tim Burton and Johnny Depp and Alan Rickman and Helena Bonham Carter ... ahhh, so much potential.

But alas, much like Sweeny Todd ... Alice fell short for me. Shorter than Sweeny, even.

Johnny Depp reminded me of Frodo Baggins with his cute smile and evil scowls. The lead actress (Mia Wasikowska) just wasn't very good. And then the lines were kinda ... sucky. Finally, the plot was unsatisfying. It's supposed to be "the hero's journey", y'know? I think Alice looked fabu in shining armor. But there is a point where she just starts doing stuff because the plot must move and why does killing the Jabberwocky dethrone the Red Queen anyway?? I wanted to like it, like I wanted to like The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, but they just feel hallow. Why? Lack of character and relationship development.

I blame stupid Disney. They have this name brand thing and just don't put forth the effort. Get some big names, go thru the motions of story telling, brainwash the kids (big and small) into thinking it'll be good this time. Greg and I walked out wondering how movies get made? These people make movies, tell stories, professionally ... and have been at it for a long time. How can they not recognize suckage when they watch the dailies? Or read the lame screenplay? Sigh. Wouldn't they rather make an excellent wonderful movie (like Pixar) than a half-assed thing that'll make millions but no one LOVES?

Oh yeah, and there were cute gay boys sitting in front of me, with their styled/messy tinted hair, getting all cozy. The movie has a few slow parts, so I kept peeking to see who's hand was on who's knee ... I'm juvenile and easily entertained. I love love. In UTAH, baby! I don't know ... I think telling your kids, "Some boys like boys better," in a factual way is the best way to go ... it IS true after all. Do you have to pass on the judgment part? I am still following the life of this guy ... hoping for the best for him. Life is so hard and complicated and confusing. For all of us really.