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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Avengers, 2d or 3d?
I thought the 3d was reasonably deftly handled, and there was very little in-your-face gimmickry. (I think they had an arrow flying out of the screen once.) But it was hardly necessary. If you prefer 2d, you're not going to suffer for it.
In other news, Ryan felt sick again tonight. Did better during the day. He had some medicine - again with water, he's very proud to have mastered that trick - and refused dinner. However, no glubby glubby tonight, so things are improving.
Froggie is relieved.
It's supposed to be a really good 3D conversion--it was filmed in 2D with the knowledge it would show in 3. I haven't heard anyone complain about the 3D version or say they regretted that choice.
I've seen it both ways. I thought the 3D added some cool depth to the battle scenes, but I wouldn't say it's essential. If you don't mind 3D and generally enjoy it, go for it; otherwise 2D is fine.
3D made some CGI scenes easier to see- in 2D those scenes are very, very dark. I saw it in 2D twice and 3D once, and I'm glad I saw it in 3D that one time, but I don't feel like I missed much with the 2D viewings.
I've seen it in 3D thrice and not yet in 2D, so, I have nothing to add. Except their butts look really good in 3D.
Poor Ryan. Poor auxiliary frog. Poor cleaning-up parents.
I was inseparable from only one stuffed animal, a Smoky the Bear whom I called Bokie because of my S difficulties. He probably went through the wash more than 100 times in my first few years. He's still with me, although threadbare and patched.
It was the first 3D AND IMAX movies I'd seen, and I thought it was great fun. But I don't have any other 3D movie views to compare to.
Eventually I will see The Avengers.
I babysat today for G who was wonderful when he mother was gone but a little terror when she was home. Essentially telling me he wanted to go home and crying when I didn't leave. It's hard not to take that personally.