November 24th, 2002


We Have Potterized

(Pottrified? That would seem the apt adjective.)

Anyway, the capsule review of the movie is that it was a bit better than the first, but is still a decent 2.75 hour movie with a good 2 hour movie trying to get out. Someone needs to grow a backbone and realize that these stories need editing in order to translate them onto the screen. There was a lot of flab, especially in the action scenes, that could have been cut in order to make the story tighter.

No major surprises, but that's not surprising since I've read the book. As always, the casting was perfect, the acting and direction reasonably solid. Lucius Malfoy emanates just the right note of sinister evil; Gilderoy Lockhart was a tad more obviously buffoonish than I would have preferred, but Branagh is always good at chewing scenery. Dobby wasn't as annoying as I was expecting -- I think they did actually edit him down a bit.

And we got a preview for The Two Towers. Brief, but enough to remind us that it's less than a month away...

-- Justin
Who observes that this movie season is playing out as a repeat of last year. And where last year's obvious meme was small people riding the backs of large trolls, this year's would appear to be large evil spiders. Hopefully Nemesis won't fill in for Clones in the role of Sucky Sci-Fi Movie...
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Expensive Shoppingses

So msmemory and I spent the evening down at a pleasantly-empty Burlington Mall. Tonight was "An Evening of Giving" -- basically, they officially closed the mall, and allowed various charities to sell tickets to get in. One of my officemates' kids' bands was doing it as a fundraiser, so we decided to go for it.

We didn't actually buy much. This was primarily a mutual scouting expedition -- a chance to wander around the mall together and occasionally poke each other in the ribs and say, "Gee, Don't You Think This Is Rather Nice?". Basically, we acknowledge the occasional difficulty of coming up with ideas for each other, so we indulge in an evening of blatant hinting.

Although it was personally inconvenient, it spoke well of the crowd that the most crowded store in the mall, by far, was The Museum Shop, which was actually quite crowded. A nuisance, but I have a certain respect for it.

(Although, having recently finished a course on ancient Egypt, the personalized "Your Name In a Cartouche" necklaces they sell are making me twitch terribly. I suppose it's the SCAdian in me -- cartouches are supposed to be reserved for Royalty, so it feels like a terrible arrogation of title.)

Didn't wind up actually buying any presents, but did pick up a jar of Wasabi Lime Mustard from Crate & Barrel. No idea what it's like, but the name alone is enough to make me hungry...
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Echoing Felish

So a common habit in our house is that, when the cats speak directly to us (as in, "Hey, I hear the weathercaster's voice, which means that it's supper time!"), we tend to respond back as precisely as possible, in both language and tone. Yes, it's geeky, but hey -- when you have two language experts in the house, you might as well avail yourself of the opportunity to learn the tongue, and distinguish the subtleties between "miaow", "meh", and "meeroaw!". (Not to mention the various intonations of hissing.)

Anyway, I have found myself pondering: when we do this, are they at all impressed by our attempt to learn a little bit of their speech? Or do they, more likely, simply regard us as ungainly parrots with can openers? Are we being trained in the foulest of feline language, to embarass us if we ever find ourselves in proper feline company?

-- Justin
Who, y'know, wonders about these things in the middle of the night...