Poor Kyle and I utilised this weekend to engage in marriage-strengthening activities like catching the latest 3-D movie playing.
Image from here.
(We saw A Christmas Carol, and I totally recommend it. Though I will warn you that if you’ve ever been to England, seeing this movie will ignite a burning desire to return; and if you’ve never been to England, seeing this movie will make you weep and wail and gnash your teeth in a most anxious manner, for fear that you might never get to see it before you die. Also, Colin Firth had a part in the animated film, and the character whose voice he plays actually looks like Colin Firth. It was bizarre in a way that only a 3-D movie can be. Added to the fact that the movie was set in the late 1800s, and Colin Firth’s character had enormous 3-D sideburns, it was enough to make me slip into Pride and Prejudice mode. I very nearly exclaimed aloud, “Mr. Dahcy!” Everything I thought I knew about life came into question, and things were quite topsy-turvy for a while there. Must’ve been the wonky glasses. At any rate, I’m better now.)
(I should note that even though it’s an animated movie, some parts were actually quite terrifying. At one point I leaned over to Poor Kyle and whispered I don’t think I would really recommend it for young kids. But then, I’m not a parent, so what do I know?)
Anyway, that was the real highlight of our weekend.
Despite really enjoying the movie, I must say that 3-D movies are never as good as I’m hoping they’ll be. Not even these new 3-D movies that are supposed to be the cat’s meow of the cinema experience quite measure up to their hype. They actually sort of give me a headache from messing with my eyes so much. There’s been a lot of speculation that within a few short years, 3-D technology will be the only way people will watch TV at home, and might I just take this opportunity to announce that I OBJECT?! The whole point of watching movies or television programmes is to escape into a different world. When I sit down to watch a show, I want to forget about all the other things I should be doing, and just relax for an hour or two—I don’t want to watch a show so realistic that I can’t separate it from reality. Where’s the escapism in that, I ask you? Where? Moreover, it makes me feel mildly uncomfortable to think of us all sitting in front of the TV with enormous goggles on, lost in our own little worlds, completely zoned out and out of tune with the real reality of our lives…very zombie-esque.
In the end, it always comes down to zombies, doesn’t it?
Anyway, the movie was good. The quality time was good. And I’m going to start doing yoga.
How was your weekend?