That was the weekend that was.....
It was a strange weekend. Linda was away with her mountaineering club to a hostel in Kinlochleven for their annual Burns Supper/social event which went into the wee small hours of Friday night and Saturday night. The weather was wild at the weekend, so wild that three people died in an avalanche on Buachaille Etive Mor, which is the big scabrous mountain on the left as you enter Glencoe; and so wild that Linda's club had to settle for climbing a Corbett rather than a Munro.
Sophie and her friend went into Glasgow shopping and to see Twilight (the fifth time, I think, that she's seen that), and Alex and one of his mates also hit Glasgow later in the day. The upshot was that I was left alone and decided to go to the movies to see Underworld: Rise of the Lycans, which was great fun in a sort of boys-movie-switch-your-brain-off-and-enjoy-the-popcorn way. Hats off to Michael Sheen for playing prime-lycan, Lucian, a totally different performance from his shot at David Frost in Frost Nixon. (And how good an actor is he anyway, having played Kenneth Williams and Tony Blair twice, although Blair was such a good actor, how difficult can that be?). I can't remember the last film I saw alone, although it was probably Mirrormask back in day when the Cineworld in Glasgow was called something else. That time, the audience consisted of me and two Goths who had come down from Inverness. On Saturday there must have been a whole ten of us watching the latest Underworld installment.
One of the things I like best about the movies are the trailers. Saturday's weren't great - a film about a rapper and the trailer for the Friday the 13th reboot, like I need to see that like I need a hatchet in the head, but the cinema was full of stands and giant posters for Watchmen and Coraline. The former I have maybe too high hopes for, while I can't wait to see the latter. Check out Neil Gaiman's site for the latest trailer. (Good to see his dog, Cabal,andis on the mend, as for our little princess, Molly, we got an earful from both the nurse and the vet a couple of weeks ago for her being not-so-little, suffice to say that it's diet city for one greedy labrador (are there any other kinds?) and she isn't stealing knives off the worktops to get our attention, its so she can lick whatever debris is left on the blade. I've even seen her lick the floorboards recently!). Anyway, I showed the trailer to 'Coraline' to Sophie who was appalled. Too freaky, she announced. This, from a 12 year old who had just seen Twilight for the fifth time and has read all the Stephanie Meyer novels (several times) and has also read all of theandHarry Potter books (several times). Then again, she thinks Henry Selick's The Nightmare Before Christmas is too freaky as well. If I remember correctly she also thought the cover of The Wolves in the Walls was freaky too, but that didn't stop her enjoying the stage version. The Nightmare Before Christmas is one of my top six children's movies - the others being Mary Poppins, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Toy Story, James and the Giant Peach and The Wizard of Oz. Maybe, I'll have to extend it to seven once Coraline comes out. Everyone should have six favourite children's movies,andor seven,andor eight, or.....
By: Ian Hunter On Monday, 26 January 2009 Comment Comments( 0 ) Hits Views(1294)