another review!

Saw Big Fish tonight. (It's Girl Scout Movie Week. We're going to see a movie every night. Me, Mom, Laura, Becky, and Candy. And Sean, because he's been in the troop longer than any of the actual girls have anyway, starting out as a three-year-old tagalong.) It was actually a decent movie, although the son's narration (um... Billy Crudup?) got a bit out of hand at points, a little too much trying to find a moral and bang the audience's collective head against the theme of the movie. We really didn't need his voice-over at the end saying, "His stories live on, and in this way, a man becomes immortal." Thank you, yes, we have been watching this movie for two hours.

Basically, it was a damned good movie. I like tall tales and always have, and since it's basically a movie about tall tales, well, it worked for me. Only three things that detracted from my enjoyment:
1. The narration issue mentioned above. Might detract from your enjoyment, too.
2. The giant catfish (it's a symbol or something) showing up in a swimming pool in the male lead's backyard. I'm sorry, that just... it ruins the whole suspension-of-disbelief that's really necessary for a movie like this, with its whole foundation of magical realism and tall tales. Might detract from your enjoyment, if you're as weird as I am.
3. Sean leaning over and asking me if I thought the female lead had had Botox. Probably won't affect your enjoyment of the movie, since you, you lucky bastard, will not be seeing it with Sean.

Prepare for further movie reviews. Because we're going to be seeing several. (Including Peter Pan. *does the Peter Pan dance*)