>Thanksgiving started for Julia and me on Wednesday night when we went and saw Fantastic Mr. Fox, the latest film from Wes Anderson. This movie was a blast. I really can’t recommend it enough. I’m happy to see it kicking ass on Rotten Tomatoes too. The pity is that, ultimately, it won’t get near the box office that that piece of shit Twilight movie will. Oh well.
The film was warm and funny all at once. There were parts I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to pass out. Probably because some of the characters’ spastic wild animal ways reminded me of our spastic wild jack russells, but still . . . it was just a great, great movie. It was perfect for the mood I was in and what I needed to see. My brain tends to get overloaded sometimes with all the awesome shit I think about (crushing enemies, rescuing damsels, rocking out with KISS-like magnificence, overthrowing evil overlords, that kind of thing), so it’s good to escape now and then. There is an excellent piece on Wes Anderson and the movie in the November 2nd issue of the New Yorker that is well worth reading. I can’t link it because it looks like it requires a subscription to see. But here’s a quote:
“I wanted to make a children’s movie like some of the ones I grew up with,” Anderson said.
I think he nailed it. The whole stop motion thing is a welcome departure from all that hyper-computer animated stuff that I’m getting so tired of, to the point that I won’t even go watch movies that are otherwise supposed to be good (will still probably rent UP at some point, though). Go see the Fantastic Mr. Fox.
We had a good Thanksgiving yesterday. I got up early and got in some writing, then Julia got up later and made some asparagus to take out to my folks’ place, where the feast would be held. The dish she was making called for some pine nuts to be cooked some how or some way. Her mistake was in relying on me. She called back to my office, “Tell me when 7 minutes are up!” “Okay, yeah, no problem!”
10 minutes later, “The pine nuts are ruined!” Oops. Hey, I may fail in the watching-the-clock department, but when our house is attacked by a vicious gang of post-apocalyptic killers, she’ll be glad I’m around to drive them off with their proverbial tails between their legs!
We had our feast out with my parents, one of my sisters, and three smelly teenagers that were thankfully banished to rooms other than the one I spent my time in (between my dad and my kid, I probably only got punched in the arm about 50 times; I took it, though, because only I can). Saw some of the hated Cowboys defeat the hated Raiders. Saw some of the hated Packers defeat the pitiable Lions. Didn’t get to see the mighty Broncos crush the hated Giants though, but I did monitor that game online (we were home by then, alas, with no TV to watch it on). The feast was excellent, and I came home in pain. Julia worked on some sewing and I did some more writing, and we watched the first episode of season 5 of The Wire. Pretty bummed that this is the last season.
I stayed up later than Julia did, and when I went downstairs she was waking up from having been asleep. She said, “I was dreaming of this huge pecan pie and it looked so good, I was just starting to tear into that thing. When I woke up I realized I was chewing on the corner of the blanket!”
That’s my girl. I hope everyone had a good holiday too!