Forgive me for not blogging much lately but I have carpal tunnel syndrome. Still, as most of my favourite activities involve my right hand (writing, internet and playing on the Wii, you pervert!) I'll soldier on briefly.
I thought the trailer for Enchanted looked like good fun. Weirder, Tookey (of Daily Mail fame), the only film-hating film critic on earth, gave it five so I was further intrigued, as normally he dishes out turkeys like he's Bernard Matthews.
I was a little worried at first, as I didn't find the cartoon bit at the start funny enough- self referential yes, but the Frankenstein's monster assortment of cutesy animals wasn't enough to whet my appetite. I also thought it might be a bit too twee for the men in the audience (sexist!)
I thought the film really kicked in when Giselle called on the rats and cockroaches to clean the house; that was a nice twist on the old Disney cliche. I thought the female lead Amy Adams was very good, and looked beautiful. I liked her line in princess dresses too, she looked worse when they did her up like a 'human'. I also liked the ridiculous dance routine in the park, and the general culture clash. I did not like the witch OR the chipmunk.
The ending was far too obvious- I know it's Disney, but they could have mixed it up a bit. Despite the token attempt at role reversal at the end, I thought this movie was as staunchly anti-feminist as any other Disney film. The moral of the story seemed to be behave, tidy up and get along with kids and you'll be happy.
Boo! They should have had her becoming a smoking, drinking harpie. New York should have broken her! Hmm, anyway. This is a good way to kill a couple of hours over Christmas but you'll learn nothing.