fatvegan

I went to see Happy Feet with Ma yesterday. I took her out for the day as a Christmas present, which I can't help but feel is a bit lame. I see her often enough anyway without needing an excuse. But we went to see it at Castle Towers, which was a painful ordeal. Cheap-arse Tuesday at the cinemas, school holidays, an enormous shopping centre and a 92-year-old grandmother are not a good mix. We missed the session we'd been aiming for, so we had lunch while we waited for the next one.

I was really excited about going to see it, because I like penguins and I like animations. I had thought Ma would like it, but just before it started she told me about how she'd seen some film about a fish called Nemo last week and had thought it was stupid. I'd loved Finding Nemo, so that worried me.

Fortunately, although I liked Happy Feet rather a lot less than Finding Nemo, Ma seemed to like it more. I was hoping for big musical dancing numbers and funny jokes and a cool story. But all it really had was cute animation. The plot felt like an after-thought, none of the music was original, and it wasn't really very funny. But it was very, very cute indeed. And possibly worth seeing just for that.