Elora Danan Told Me to Write This and She's Special, so There!
Last night my family and I watched Willow again for the first time in years. And I...I...I LOVE IT. I don't know why it never hit me as clearly before. It's like I really "understood" it this time. It's weird to see movies you loved as a kid when you're an adult because you understand them in a whole other level or something. Sometimes you're all weirded out, like "WHY DID I LIKE THIS?" even though you're still emotinally attached. And then sometimes you're like "Ahhh, still as in love as the first time."
I admit I used to be like "Willow is cool." But now I am like "Um...Willow is AWESOME AUGH." I thought it was pretty dang clever or something and I loved the actors and the characters (Man, Jean Marsh always plays the bad guy, doesn't she? But she's awesome at it). I don't even know what my problem used to be.
So now I'm going to continue this 80s movie trend thing and forcing my peoples to watch The Neverending Story, Return to Oz, and The Princess Bride in the following weeks. I will never not love these movies. I will be 80 and still cry with joy at them. And if my children or grandchildren are all "Grandma, these movies are old and ridiculous" or something, I will punish them. No, no, just kidding. Actually, they will watch them as kids. I will make them. I don't care if they're scared of incredibly gigantic turtle heads with colds, people made of rocks who also eat rocks, gothic men with wheels for hands and feet, severed screaming heads, odorless, tasteless poisons that dissolve instantly in liquid, and extra digits on people's hands.
Okay, fine, fine. If they're REALLY scared, I'll stop, but only because that one scene where those pigdog things in Willow killed the one lady scared me and I'd have been bummed out if my mom had made me watch it a lot as a kid..
NaNoWriMo Total Words: 0 (WHY DO I EVEN TRY? T_T Maybe I just don't have a story to tell yet)
I admit I used to be like "Willow is cool." But now I am like "Um...Willow is AWESOME AUGH." I thought it was pretty dang clever or something and I loved the actors and the characters (Man, Jean Marsh always plays the bad guy, doesn't she? But she's awesome at it). I don't even know what my problem used to be.
So now I'm going to continue this 80s movie trend thing and forcing my peoples to watch The Neverending Story, Return to Oz, and The Princess Bride in the following weeks. I will never not love these movies. I will be 80 and still cry with joy at them. And if my children or grandchildren are all "Grandma, these movies are old and ridiculous" or something, I will punish them. No, no, just kidding. Actually, they will watch them as kids. I will make them. I don't care if they're scared of incredibly gigantic turtle heads with colds, people made of rocks who also eat rocks, gothic men with wheels for hands and feet, severed screaming heads, odorless, tasteless poisons that dissolve instantly in liquid, and extra digits on people's hands.
Okay, fine, fine. If they're REALLY scared, I'll stop, but only because that one scene where those pigdog things in Willow killed the one lady scared me and I'd have been bummed out if my mom had made me watch it a lot as a kid..
NaNoWriMo Total Words: 0 (WHY DO I EVEN TRY? T_T Maybe I just don't have a story to tell yet)