Another Christmas over. It was a good day, if not a great one. I got some lovely presents and am especially excited by the first season of Canivale on DVD. Lee gave me a massaging foot warmer that is just like the one big slipper that Billy Connelly goes on about by high tech. I foresee it will be mighty useful in the winter months.
Other neat things I was given include: new little pink handbag, necklace, teeny painting, huge stack of towels (really a late engagement present for Lee also) and assorted books. I'm not sure people really realise how happy the standard book or DVD present makes me. They are my largest collections!
Today was annual "Jenni hits the Boxing Day sales day" and I have come home with three new skirts (blue into white knee length, purple into darker purple broomstick ankle length and black belted by full A-Line mid calf length), one pair of short pants (faded black jeans that come to the knee = too cute!), three DVDs (Hellboy, Peter Pan and Phantom of the Opera), three pairs of socks (extremely cheap at %30 off) and $5 duckie knickers. It's a good haul. (Lots of threes.....)
I can't seem to find the hoodie sweatshirt I desire and suspect I am shopping for it in entirely the wrong season. I will instead purhcase some nice sweatshirting fabric and make my own. Hopefully it will not be hard to find nice sweatshirting. Ooooh actually...I have a bunch of scraps, I could make a weird multi-coloured patchwork confection of a sweatshirt....hmmmm....might be really ugly....
Anyhoo, this afternoon Lee and I saw King Kong. I really liked all the actors and the cinematography was just gorgeous. It was a very visual film and I did love it but I found I didn't connect at all with Kong. Rachel has warned me that it's a crying movie and I'd definitely cry but I found it sad, but not sad enough to cry. This could be down to any of the following factors: Peter Jackson failed to create a likeable CGI character without the aid of dialogue (unlikely), I don't like giant gorillas (I am abivilent about gorillas), I had a serious case of consumer satisfaction (true) or there was a bored six year old in the row in front of us. (Main contributing factor to any dissatisfaction.)
Seriously. A six year old. Now there are movies aimed at children and then there are three hour epics. Which is Kong? I didn't mind that the yelled during the really loud bits, I could get over the fact that he kept sitting on the folded up chairseat and then banging it down. It was the way he'd get bored in the quiet (a.k.a. plot filled) parts and talk to his father that bugged me.
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Putting that aside: I thought some of the long action sequences were overlong. I loved Jamie Bell's Jimmy and the giant millipedes gave me the freaking heebie jeebies. I had to look away from the hideous giant leech things when they ate Andy Serkis. The giant wetas were very creepy and I liked the way Ann made Kong laugh.
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