Was I living under a rock while they were making this? How have I not heard about it until I saw the trailer before the Golden Compass last Saturday?
It looks like shiny, shiny candy with lots more shiny scattered around it, with glitter and pixie dust. Seriously, the acting, the writing could suck, I’d just turn the sound off and watch the pretty dance before my eyes. I may take my mp3 player with me, load it up with Fluke, Daft Punk, Death in Vegas and Lords of Acid, and plug into that if it’s too cringeworthy.
I am so looking forward to this movie. And I was not even, particularly, a fan of the cartoon. Mr. Geek Girl What Rules was, and, boy, did his Dad hate that cartoon. If you watch the cartoon, car racing is the most dangerous, amazing thing in the whole world. I mean, what with jumping over cliffs and volcanoes spontaneously springing into existence in the middle of the track. As the Mister’s Dad used to be involved in racing, nothing big, just stuff around Eastern Washington, Speed Racer drove him nuts. And I can see that. So, we won’t be taking him to see the movie.
And seriously, I doubt I’ll be able to coax the Mister into going.* I mean, it’s Speed Racer and all, but it also looks like a serious danger to anyone with undiagnosed epilepsy and aimed at folks with the attention span of your average fruit fly. I don’t know, though. The Mister is really fond of Baz Lurhman’s Romeo and Juliet, so he might go for it. We’ll have to see.
Regardless, I will be going to see it and probably have shiny-gasms all over the theater.
*So, after showing the Mister the trailer last night, I was informed: “Duh, it’s Speed-Fucking-Racer. Of course I’m going.” So, that’s that.