Boogietrain: “You’re not writing anything good.”
Me: “Um. Okay.”
“I read Gabe’s blog. I read Kath’s blog. I read Tim’s blog. All entertaining. Yours, not so much.”
“You’ve not noticed I’ve been working 15 hours a day this week.”
“I’m just saying it’s bad.”
“:)”
[bloggered, sorry.]
Well, this shouldn’t exactly right the ship’s course from its route to crapdom, but here’s two DVD reviews for you.
Me and the Boogie watched Finding Neverland. You’ve no doubt heard that it’s wonderful, to which I have little to add. But the DVD offers an extra gift: a glimpse of why the Weinsteins were driven screaming from the Disney corporation. Because instead of conversations with costume and set designers—which a movie this subtle and beautiful cries for—we get DVD extras that are basically an extended pastiche of other Disney movies or people talking about Disney movies.
When a voiceover addresses the genius of Pan creator J.M. Barrie we don’t get sepia pictures of him, we get production sketches from Walt’s Peter Pan. (Nothing from 2002’s “Return to Neverland,” though. Funny that.) Swear to god, you’d think he wrote the dang thing for Walt. Whenever someone or other is raving about Johnny D’s chops, a scene from Pirates of the Caribbean follows. Horrid.
With the DVD extras quickly exhausted, the Boogietrain went to bed and I watched the Clone Wars DVD my brother gave me for my birthday. Frigging trescendulous. It gives one hope that after Lucas has shot his last bullet into the franchise, generation dork might redeem the whole thing to the point where it has an actual legacy.
Speaking of: apparently Barrie left all the royalties from Pan to a local hospital that continues to make plenty of money off it today. What a wonderful legacy for an artist who created his life’s work while (if the film’s story is true) surrounded by the sick and dying. I bet Walt wishes he could go back in time and shift a bit of his royalties away from the damn tea cup ride and toward something his corporate descendents couldn’t screw up so easily.
