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My internet dragon died. ;~~~~~~~~; I'm in mourning.
BUT OMG HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON WAS WONDERFUL AND AAAAAAH
Okay, so my friends and I got the entire theater all to ourselves because it was 8:45 on a Monday night wewt wewt \o/ So we got to put our feet up on the rail and talk through the whole movie and clap our hands and squeal at the part which called for squealing and hand-clapping (OR FRIENDSHIP SOLIDARITY SOBBY HAND-HOLDING ;~;). I never, of course, would behave like this if there had been other people in the theater, but when I'm watching a movie by myself or with a small group of close friends, I verbally respond to the movie a lot. I just feel like a movie should really be an positive-feedbacky kind of experience in terms of reacting to the material as it is presented, especially when there's no one around to tell you you're crazy and to shut up.
So that was wonderful; it was like that made our movie showing special and private, just for us, and we could squeal with our mouths full of popcorn if we liked.
I was the only one of us who had read the book beforehand, and I want to preface this by saying I enjoyed the book a lot.
This was the first movie I can honestly say I preferred over the book. No wait, that's a lie, I liked the movie of The Prestige more, too. But. The point is. It's rare, and it happened.
The animation was gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. No words. No words at all.
The story was basically a completely different story with the same place and character names. That said, it was a fantastic story. IT DID WHAT PERCY JACKSON FAILED TO DO: ACTUALLY BE A GOOD MOVIE. The end, in particular, was what got me: they actually went there. "There" being Hiccup losing his left leg from the knee down. You know what I notice? That never happens in kids' movies. Either the hero survives, or very very rarely the hero (or, more often, a supporting character) dies, because death is sad. But for some reason, storytellers, in book or movie form, go for the "life with disability" option far, far less, and I think I know why. Death is sad, but it's an abstraction. And there is a small, weird comfort to be taken in the knowledge of its constancy. Life, on the other hand, is less so - to live disabled can be much scarier than the idea of dying.
And what really got me was the parallel - Toothless couldn't fly without Hiccup's help, for the rest of her (book OR movie, I have always seen Toothless as female >C) life, and now he needs her help to get around for the rest of his life, but ONLY TOGETHER CAN THEY TRULY FLY ;~~~~~~~; It's this incredibly sad-but-happy, uplifting kind of codependency. My friends and I were like OH MY GOD SOB THEY WENT THERE OH MY GOOOOOOOD all over the theater.
And his daddy issues and the very witty, engaging dialogue, and just AAAAAAAAAH THIS MOVIE. 8'DDDDD
BUT OMG HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON WAS WONDERFUL AND AAAAAAH
Okay, so my friends and I got the entire theater all to ourselves because it was 8:45 on a Monday night wewt wewt \o/ So we got to put our feet up on the rail and talk through the whole movie and clap our hands and squeal at the part which called for squealing and hand-clapping (OR FRIENDSHIP SOLIDARITY SOBBY HAND-HOLDING ;~;). I never, of course, would behave like this if there had been other people in the theater, but when I'm watching a movie by myself or with a small group of close friends, I verbally respond to the movie a lot. I just feel like a movie should really be an positive-feedbacky kind of experience in terms of reacting to the material as it is presented, especially when there's no one around to tell you you're crazy and to shut up.
So that was wonderful; it was like that made our movie showing special and private, just for us, and we could squeal with our mouths full of popcorn if we liked.
I was the only one of us who had read the book beforehand, and I want to preface this by saying I enjoyed the book a lot.
This was the first movie I can honestly say I preferred over the book. No wait, that's a lie, I liked the movie of The Prestige more, too. But. The point is. It's rare, and it happened.
The animation was gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. No words. No words at all.
The story was basically a completely different story with the same place and character names. That said, it was a fantastic story. IT DID WHAT PERCY JACKSON FAILED TO DO: ACTUALLY BE A GOOD MOVIE. The end, in particular, was what got me: they actually went there. "There" being Hiccup losing his left leg from the knee down. You know what I notice? That never happens in kids' movies. Either the hero survives, or very very rarely the hero (or, more often, a supporting character) dies, because death is sad. But for some reason, storytellers, in book or movie form, go for the "life with disability" option far, far less, and I think I know why. Death is sad, but it's an abstraction. And there is a small, weird comfort to be taken in the knowledge of its constancy. Life, on the other hand, is less so - to live disabled can be much scarier than the idea of dying.
And what really got me was the parallel - Toothless couldn't fly without Hiccup's help, for the rest of her (book OR movie, I have always seen Toothless as female >C) life, and now he needs her help to get around for the rest of his life, but ONLY TOGETHER CAN THEY TRULY FLY ;~~~~~~~; It's this incredibly sad-but-happy, uplifting kind of codependency. My friends and I were like OH MY GOD SOB THEY WENT THERE OH MY GOOOOOOOD all over the theater.
And his daddy issues and the very witty, engaging dialogue, and just AAAAAAAAAH THIS MOVIE. 8'DDDDD