I went to see "Prince Caspian" today. I woke up early and didn't know what to do with myself, so I drove out to the suburbs and decided to see a movie. It was 10 am.
I had no clear idea of what to see. It was between "Harold and Kumar, etc." (the first of which I never did see) or "Narnia: Redux" (the first of which I did see.)
I chose Narnia, mainly because of the poster.
I read all the Narnia books back when I was a child, and liked them enough to finish them all....but in the intervening centuries, I've forgotten the plot almost so completely as for it to a a whole new experience for me.
(I am, however, perfecting my 13 3/4 year old British school boy accent to take up Elizabeth's challenge.)
Anyway, in short, the movie was all right, kind of like the first one. Nothing earth shattering. Those British kid actors, the leads, irritate the hell out of me, however. I just want to slap every last one. I think it would do a world of good for them to be slapped a few times.
The only reason I decided to see it anyway, was because of this:
Thanks to Frontier Psychiatrist for alerting me to his name: Ben Barnes.
Totally dreamy....almost too much so.
I mean, it's kind of hard to concentrate on all these talking animals and dancing trees and such when the 13 3/4 year old British boy in me is in a mad fit of a crush.
Anyway, afterward, I went to a McDonald's. Just after sitting down, I look at the counter and see the most attractive young family you can imagine.
It was a young woman with a baby, and the father. He (the father) was startlingly attractive, classically tall and with a profile to die for, both in their mid twenties...very all American.
The whole family seemed to be deaf...or at least the parents did, who were cheerfully communicating with sign language. The mother articulated enough to order.
They got their food silently. They sat down silently. They ate silently.
Even the baby never made a sound. I don't know why, but the whole family was even more beautiful for the silence.