modern life
Aug. 31st, 2009 09:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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We took Sarah to see PONYO, along with her friend Lulu and Lulu's friend Si-Chen, who is visiting from China. They sat in back, glued to their Nintendo DS sets, squealing in unison through a networked game of Mario Cart. I watched the ebb and flow of the rain and Cathy watched the road. They wouldn't have looked up if Ponyo had ridden past us on a fish. When one of them said "Stop hitting me!", she meant in the game. Why, back in my day, we really hit each other. With rocks. And mud.
At the theater, I noticed that the sign for the show said that our 1:05 showing was at 1:50. We hunkered in for a bit of a wait. I wandered over to the game room, followed by the girls, who amused themselves at the games without actually spending any money. Sarah wanted to try the claw, the maze, the shooter, the race, and the vending machine with the fake teeth. Around 1:20, I judged it was time to give her four quarters and see what she went for. She went straight for the teeth. At 1:25, Cathy noticed that the tickets actually said 1:05.
We dashed to Auditorium 13, where I hoped we'd missed no more than five minutes or so, and enjoyed the movie, whose characters acted with subtle honesty, showing their thoughts and feelings in real expressions. It was like a rebuke to Disney product -- nobody wore a standard "I AM HAPPY!" or "I AM SAD!" expression, or stopped and sang "I am sad because of this and that, la la la." I expect that Disney executives looked at it and decided that they need to do a CGI comedy about a farting fish.
Afterward, Cathy spoke politely to the theater manager about the incorrectly stated time. The manager gave us five free passes, having just spoken to someone else on the phone about the issue. Someone who wasn't polite at all.
We exited the theater into a beautiful, windy day and drove home, with the girls in the back seat shouting over the same music and the same sound effects. I kept an eye out for deer, seeing none.
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We took Sarah to see PONYO, along with her friend Lulu and Lulu's friend Si-Chen, who is visiting from China. They sat in back, glued to their Nintendo DS sets, squealing in unison through a networked game of Mario Cart. I watched the ebb and flow of the rain and Cathy watched the road. They wouldn't have looked up if Ponyo had ridden past us on a fish. When one of them said "Stop hitting me!", she meant in the game. Why, back in my day, we really hit each other. With rocks. And mud.
At the theater, I noticed that the sign for the show said that our 1:05 showing was at 1:50. We hunkered in for a bit of a wait. I wandered over to the game room, followed by the girls, who amused themselves at the games without actually spending any money. Sarah wanted to try the claw, the maze, the shooter, the race, and the vending machine with the fake teeth. Around 1:20, I judged it was time to give her four quarters and see what she went for. She went straight for the teeth. At 1:25, Cathy noticed that the tickets actually said 1:05.
We dashed to Auditorium 13, where I hoped we'd missed no more than five minutes or so, and enjoyed the movie, whose characters acted with subtle honesty, showing their thoughts and feelings in real expressions. It was like a rebuke to Disney product -- nobody wore a standard "I AM HAPPY!" or "I AM SAD!" expression, or stopped and sang "I am sad because of this and that, la la la." I expect that Disney executives looked at it and decided that they need to do a CGI comedy about a farting fish.
Afterward, Cathy spoke politely to the theater manager about the incorrectly stated time. The manager gave us five free passes, having just spoken to someone else on the phone about the issue. Someone who wasn't polite at all.
We exited the theater into a beautiful, windy day and drove home, with the girls in the back seat shouting over the same music and the same sound effects. I kept an eye out for deer, seeing none.
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