The Movie Empress

Forever Blue

The Royal Consort and I were once at loose ends in New Jersey (imagine!), so we wandered over to a movie theatre.  Our choices were Lilo and Stitch (my suggestion) and Minority Report (his.)  We arrived a bit too late for Lilo, so we went to see that grim piece of Spielberg-does-Kubrick futurama instead.  Right around the time that Tom Cruise was getting his eyes cut out, I leaned over and whispered in the R.C.'s ear, "Next time I say, 'Let's go see the movie about the little blue alien that sings Elvis Presley, let's go see the movie about the little blue alien that sings Elvis Presley.'" 

Upon reflection, this may be the last time the R.C. got to pick the evening's entertainment.

Vroom!

When I started seeing previews for Cars, I wasn't all that enthusiastic.  "They're cars.  They talk.  I don't get it," I said.

We went to see it at the drive-in this weekend.  The animation?  Very pretty.  Paul Newman?  Very tasty, even in chrome.  Overall impressions?  They're cars.  They talk.  I still don't get it.

The best part of the evening was the Oscar-nominated short that they played before the movie - One Man Band.  It couldn't have been more than five minutes long, and it was beautiful and smart and hilarious.  Frankly, it left Cars in the dust.