Yeah, what's with the shaking of hands, huh?
“One ticket, please.”
“The screen is here lor,” one of his fingers suddenly jabbed a piece of white card in front of me. I tried to register the position in my head, but his finger was quickly travelling to another point on the laminated card. “And this is your seat lor. Okay or not?”
“Er… okay, okay,” I replied, trying not to sound overtly amused. Money changed hands, and soon the deal was done.
“Thank you, enjoy your movie.”
I did, and very much, too.
Actually, I read the book only last year; it did not quite leave a deep impression on me, mainly because I felt I was too… old to truly appreciate it. Perhaps things would have been different if I read it fifteen years ago.
I think it is quite sad that I have probably outgrown that particular stage where I am gullible enough to have believed just about anything, but that is a story for another day.
In any case, the movie was not quite spectacular – it was like a roller-coaster ride, with its ups and downs – but there was this lingering, magical feeling to it that I cannot quite explain.
Not many movies have this uncanny ability to give me chilly goosebumps prickling on my skin, and send a distinct tingly sensation that warms throughout my body. And whenever they do, I do not regret it because they often turn out to be quite an experience in itself.
I found myself near tears at times. Then there were the scenes that made me wanted to stand up and cheer. Other times, I cannot help but be, well, – __ – and so I had to remind myself that it was meant to be a fantasy movie, and one aimed particularly at children at that, too.
I also felt a little bit silly to be in awe of a majestic lion made entirely of dots and pixels. The shiny, golden mane, oh! and those deep, all-knowing eyes that stare back at you from the movie posters…
There was this pin-drop silence in the cinema during the scene at the Stone Table. The toddler(s) that squealed every now and then from the back row had probably dozed off, and those three boys seated to my left had suddenly ceased in their lively banters and silly comebacks they had peppered in between scenes. I think that was a testament as to how movies have the power to affect you in any way – not unless you are born without feelings, of course.
Then there were the abrupt cuts that alternated between short scenes, which I thought was rather unnecessary, really.
The battle scenes were messy and quick, and understandably so, too. Truth be told, I think I was expecting a bit too much in this department. Obviously, there are no Drizzts or Aragorns; they are just kids, for goodness sake. At least Potter has his wand to do his fighting for him.
Apparently, just by bumping someone off will get them out of the way for good. I was astonished as to how easily it was to dispose of a charging enemy.
My dear Peter, I have never quite seen anyone hold a sword like that before. I almost thought bullets would shoot out of the tip of the blade. Never mind that, I think I am a bit smitten by him. Tee hee.
Oh well. I can still foresee a DVD to the movie earning a place in my, sadly, yet-to-exist multimedia rack (must get along to doing that soon, instead of keeping numerous discs in a great many places).
Eeriely enough, it was a son of Adam who directed the movie.
On air now: She’s a Jar, Wilco