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Topio stin omihli (1988)
Misty eyes. Because I was bored to tears.
I saw this film in a local movie theatre around 30 years ago. And it is true. I am an ignorant. I didn't understand much of it.
I don't remember much now either, except being bored to insanity and beyond by the pretentious blabbering, wriggling in my chair, hoping that the gorgeous and probably smarter girl in the seat beside me wouldn't understand that I was too stupid for this movie, knowing that some cultural highbrow jerk would describe it as "marvelous, fantastic, beautiful" or, even more likely, use other words that I probably wouldn't understand either.
Long. So long. How long can a movie be?
On our way out of the theatre, probably after around two and a half months in the seat, I heard a woman dressed in her elitist, purple uniform talk about the "pretty landscape and the use of light". Then I knew that she hadn't understood anything either, but was never going to tell anyone.
I am however thankful. I survived. It didn't kill me outright, even if it scarred me for life. Which is why I am doubling the score.
Avoid, unless you have a potential partner to impress and are willing and able to serve your time in the chair to reap a possible reward afterwards. Remember comfy pants.
But I never even got the girl. I told you she was smart.
The Polar Express (2004)
Santa Zombie is great!
Yes, the eyes are freaky. Santa Claus looks like he eats children. The conductor hides his dead grandma in the attic. But my 4 year old doesn't care. He loves this movie.
I first watched parts of The Polar Express before becoming a dad. And I just had to think of zombies. I am sure that "Zombies on a train" could be a fun movie if someone ever made it, but it was a shame anyway, since everything but the eyes and some facial expressions is brilliantly animated.
Even worse: The eyes distracted me from the magic this movie tries to create.
My 4 year old brought the magic back. He loves the train, the songs, the reindeer, the kids, the elves, the action, Christmas and the not so very holy ghost and sort of tolerates scary Scrooge as long as I sit close to him in the sofa when the old guy turns up. My son even loves creepy Santa.
And suddenly my previous opinion makes no difference. If kids love it, then why should I be grumpy and grinchy?
I shouldn't. This movie grows on you, and if you let it, maybe you can feel the magic, too.
After a while you don't even care about the eyes. Or maybe the conductor just ate my brains and I didn't notice.