Watched Brave about a month ago. Of course, I watched the Chinese translation. So I didn't understand 20% of it.
The artwork was good--Merida can really rock the fiery dragon's breath curls. It was relatively realistic, although of course not so realistic that the bears would scare the little kids ;)
I liked the plot, although what the blue fairies/pixies/Facebook addicts symbolized eluded me. I suspect it was hope--although it could've been safety. Or change. Or Facebook addicts.
The movie was a bit lacking in the humor department.
No, I will not elaborate.
I did like the story plotline. As a teenager, I have gotten to the stage in life where I argue with my mother constantly, and would like to rip up every single memory of she and I together at some point, like Merida. However, unlike Merida, I do not consult a witch and transform her into a bear.
I enjoyed the romance, or lack of it. Instead of being a Disney Princess and marrying her "true love", Merida refuses to marry her idiot suitors (but hey, that one blonde guy looked kind of like Peeta Mellark from the Hunger Games. Anyone with me on this one?).
On a side note, I would much rather be chased by three curly-haired boys, Merida's brothers, than three demonic-looking teddy bears, Merida's brothers.
The end of my crappy review.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
LITTLE KIDS GALORE
Survived my first day as a DOESN'T THIS OWL MAKE AN AWESOME HAT SUMMER CAMP volunteer. Don't know if I can do two more weeks of this. Owls make my bad-hair-day hair look like a bad-nest-day.
I bravely fought through the torrents of little children who had not yet to be educated how to write their first names properly. I had to write it for most of them on their terrible coloring worksheets. Then they got upset because I wrote their names on the sun's teeth. In my opinion, there was no sun anywhere on the page, unless that green demented tulip in the corner nowhere near their name was the sun. If so, the sun needs cosmetic surgery, like too many of the tragic millionaire reality show celebs. Just sayin'.
Then they made owls. This, of course, was accomplished with crayons and paper bags, not two owls of different genders. Apparently this wasn't science camp. For me, however, it was torture camp.
Afterwards, several of the young kids donned their owls on their heads and decided they were the next models on the Calvin Klein runway.
Hey, it could happen.
We later ate our snacks. Several kids whose parents had conveniently "forgotten" to bring their snacks got free snacks from the camp. Heh, cheapskates. Several children who had healthy (read: tasteless) snacks from home were jealous of the flashy bright packaging of the free snacks the cheapiceskates got. I tried to explain to the tastelessfood children that the bright colors were designed to suck the souls out of the cheapiceskates by the rainbow fairy. I'm not sure I even believed myself.
Then we took a hike, and each and every little kid felt compelled to stop at every single blade of glass to point out the "greenness" of it. Or the "sinkingness" of it. I think they'd been drinking too much Wall Street. Then they pointed out a caterpillar to me. Turned out it was some kid's nose snot.
Ah, all in the name of college transcripts.
Please note everything in this post was exaggerated and the writer does like her volunteer, unpaid, slave-driven, work of sitting around and making creepy faces at tiny chipmunks--er, kids.
I bravely fought through the torrents of little children who had not yet to be educated how to write their first names properly. I had to write it for most of them on their terrible coloring worksheets. Then they got upset because I wrote their names on the sun's teeth. In my opinion, there was no sun anywhere on the page, unless that green demented tulip in the corner nowhere near their name was the sun. If so, the sun needs cosmetic surgery, like too many of the tragic millionaire reality show celebs. Just sayin'.
Then they made owls. This, of course, was accomplished with crayons and paper bags, not two owls of different genders. Apparently this wasn't science camp. For me, however, it was torture camp.
Afterwards, several of the young kids donned their owls on their heads and decided they were the next models on the Calvin Klein runway.
Hey, it could happen.
We later ate our snacks. Several kids whose parents had conveniently "forgotten" to bring their snacks got free snacks from the camp. Heh, cheapskates. Several children who had healthy (read: tasteless) snacks from home were jealous of the flashy bright packaging of the free snacks the cheapiceskates got. I tried to explain to the tastelessfood children that the bright colors were designed to suck the souls out of the cheapiceskates by the rainbow fairy. I'm not sure I even believed myself.
Then we took a hike, and each and every little kid felt compelled to stop at every single blade of glass to point out the "greenness" of it. Or the "sinkingness" of it. I think they'd been drinking too much Wall Street. Then they pointed out a caterpillar to me. Turned out it was some kid's nose snot.
Ah, all in the name of college transcripts.
Please note everything in this post was exaggerated and the writer does like her volunteer, unpaid, slave-driven, work of sitting around and making creepy faces at tiny chipmunks--er, kids.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Just finished Artemis Fowl 8
I just read Artemis Fowl and the Last Guardian, and it was so. Freaking. Disappointing!
The ending wasn't conclusive at all. I'm not going to give away any spoilers, but this was probably my least favorite book in the series. The basic plot was a bit overdone (I mean, Opal Koboi? Yawn), and the Beserkers, a group of spirit fairy warriors that are under Opal's command, just came out of nowhere. There were also several mentions of the Hey-Hey Monks, which was completely spontaneous. They certainly did not play any sort of purpose in the story. And Minerva. Minerva Paradizo, from The Lost Colony? She never appeared again. Which was so irritating, because I liked her.
However, the emotions at the end completely touched me. "I was a broken boy until you fixed me," Artemis whispers to Holly. I nearly cried at that point.
I cannot believe this is the end of Artemis Fowl, though. I never understood the tears shed over the last Harry Potter book back in 2007, since I didn't read the series until 2010 and never fell in love with the characters. But Artemis Fowl...I adored Artemis, even though he was so aggravating at times. Holly was a close friend. No. 1 was hilarious. Foaly and I got into arguments over tech. When Artemis made a certain decision close to the end of this book, it smashed my heart.
The ending wasn't conclusive at all. I'm not going to give away any spoilers, but this was probably my least favorite book in the series. The basic plot was a bit overdone (I mean, Opal Koboi? Yawn), and the Beserkers, a group of spirit fairy warriors that are under Opal's command, just came out of nowhere. There were also several mentions of the Hey-Hey Monks, which was completely spontaneous. They certainly did not play any sort of purpose in the story. And Minerva. Minerva Paradizo, from The Lost Colony? She never appeared again. Which was so irritating, because I liked her.
However, the emotions at the end completely touched me. "I was a broken boy until you fixed me," Artemis whispers to Holly. I nearly cried at that point.
I cannot believe this is the end of Artemis Fowl, though. I never understood the tears shed over the last Harry Potter book back in 2007, since I didn't read the series until 2010 and never fell in love with the characters. But Artemis Fowl...I adored Artemis, even though he was so aggravating at times. Holly was a close friend. No. 1 was hilarious. Foaly and I got into arguments over tech. When Artemis made a certain decision close to the end of this book, it smashed my heart.
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