Yay for GC's GF getting her job back!
It sure is snowing here, and I'm sure not excited about it. But I ALSO wish that you were here, Jars!
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Yay for GC's GF getting her job back!
It sure is snowing here, and I'm sure not excited about it. But I ALSO wish that you were here, Jars!
All this Narnia yakkity reminded me: I finally saw the movie of TLTWATW. And I gotta say...didn't suck.
I haven't read the books in about 400,000 years so parts of it would flash back. "Oh, YEAH, Mr. Tumnus! Oh, YEAH, the lamppost! Oh, YEAH, they fucking kill Aslan!"
Wanna go back and re-read, despite Christian parallel universe. Just to see if I still like them.
It turns out that both my brother and I had bad experiences as children with stage productions of TLTWATW. He was cast as "Mr. Beaver," a non-speaking and perhaps in the book a non-existent role; I, having been cast as Lucy, was removed from the position and offered the role of Mrs. Aslan. MRS. ASLAN.
Even without the Christian allegory, I sensed something deeply wrong with that concept.
GC, glad to hear that your GF is not laid off.
Suzi, I'm glad the phone call went well. Continued job~ma.
I'm quite sure my love of Kevin Smith's Dogma is due to its grounding in Catholicism.
That movie is fucking brilliant. When I saw it in the theater, I laughed so hard for pretty much the entire movie, that when it was over and the lights came up, an older woman sitting near us said something about "You young people are quite disrespectful," with a sneer and pointed glare that made it clear she didn't mean "people" as much as she meant "you blonde girl with the loud donkey laugh."
I looked blandly at her and said, "It's a *Kevin Smith* movie!" She said, "I have no idea what you're talking about," and walked away.
Which then caused me to dissolve into giggles yet again. It's not like Dogma was advertised as a pious documentary or some shit, you know?
But then, the teachings of Cathol can be quite moving.
::loves Sean::
Mrs. Aslan. MRS. ASLAN.
Sounds like a great departure from the source material.
Goddamned interpretive theater.
He was cast as "Mr. Beaver," a non-speaking and perhaps in the book a non-existent role
Didn't the Beavers feed the children when they got to Wardrobe-land?
Oh, dear, Emily. Mrs. Aslan? Plus, this:
He was cast as "Mr. Beaver," a non-speaking and perhaps in the book a non-existent role
Um, actually a major role with lots of talking, lots of action, and some pretty important exposition. What the hell were these people thinking?
And, bah. Acting is traumatic enough for thick-skinned grownups; I can't imagine being a kid and being cast/un-cast/cast-in-a-clearly-made-up-bullshit-role. You would have made an awesome Lucy. And your brother (the writer?) an excellent Mr. Beaver. I am retroactively glaring back in time at those idiots.
Yay GC's GF (and possibly the boss who went to bat for her)! Yay Suzi!
Off to shower and out the door.
Mr. Beaver is definitely in the book. And speaks. A lot. He and Mrs. Beaver are the main exposition fairies when the kids arrive.
Watching TLTWATW with Joe and my sister (via telephone) was AWESOME.
For all values of awesome that include the two of them getting frustrated with me.
I never read the books or saw any other movie so there was a lot, "Who's that? What's that? Why is he crying? Is that the butthead brother that fucks everything up for his siblings? He looks like an ass. What's her name? How come she has no eyebrows? Is she a queen or a witch? Who's the dude? What's that? Why is that like that? Where's Jesus?"
And so on. Eventually, my sister hung up on me and Joe kicked me out of the living room. I went upstairs and read HP fic.