Showing posts with label Cinema. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cinema. Show all posts
Friday, 19 December 2014
Paddington The Movie
I grew up with Paddington. With those five minute programmes which were shown on the BBC at the end of Blue Peter and before the evening news. Paddington was a cute and cuddly bear and the Browns and the surroundings were 2D drawings. Michael Horden narrated in his posh actor voice (Paddington carried a "sssueew-T-case"). Ahh, fond memories!
So when I saw the trailer for the new Paddington film, I was horrified. What had they done to him?! Why did Nicole Kidman want to stuff him for heaven's sake?! I really was in two minds about seeing it but when I had first heard that a film was being made, I told my little girl we HAD to see it and she was holding me to my promise.
Well, within the first minute I was absolutely hooked. I laughed and laughed. BUT. Call me an old prude, but the bits where Hugh Bonneville dressed as a tea lady were a bit much. Funny at first but it went back for more. I can't recall the exact lines but they were a bit fruity! My daughter was more concerned with telling me it was the man from Horrible Histories but I was more worried that the Natural History Museum could have such an old letch on the pay role. Where was HR?!
The thought of Paddington being stuffed also sent my seven year old on a crying and yelling session, the like I've never seen. While she was disturbed at the time, ever since she has kept referring to all the funny bits and pointed out that while Nicole Kidman's father, the hunter Montgomery Clyde, had been very kind, she was not!
So I thoroughly enjoyed the film after all but it could have done with more Paddington hard stares (there was just the token one), more of kind Mr Gruber and of grumpy Mr Curry too - a bit of a waste of Peter Capaldi.
Perhaps next time.......
Labels:
Cinema,
Out and About - Winter,
Seven Years Old,
Watching
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Signs of Old Age
It's official. I am finally turning into my father. My dad took me to see the first Star Wars film when it came out in 1977. I was riveted. Dad? Fast asleep. I was incredulous. How on earth could he sleep through such an exciting, noisy film?!
Well now I know because in the past month it has happened to me not once but twice!
Pre-baby, I used to go to the cinema after work and at the weekend, seeing everything that took my fancy. Then once my daughter was born, I made an effort - I even had membership to the Curzon - but the visits soon dwindled.
I realised the other day that I had been to the cinema twice in nearly a year and that was to see Frozen - twice! (which I thoroughly enjoyed, especially the outdoor sing-along one, but that's not the point!)
I chose Gone Girl as my first step back into the world of cinema. Thank goodness I'd read the book as I wouldn't have known what was happening when I finally awoke. Mr Turner was my second and I was floundering rather once I'd had my nap.
I blame the comfy seats, the glass of wine, the overly-hot auditorium - and perhaps my genes?! I'd like to see The Imitation Game but I hardly dare! I think my best chance of watching the whole thing will be to go to a matinee.
Just call me Gran (or John!).
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