In the sky I see a cup of stardust,
A pair or silver horns upon my head,
Matching the melanin mark on my shoulder.
It shines upon me while I lie in my bed,
As I dream of the crescent moon.
Happy Holidays everyone! Look, I took a picture of Dreamsand!
So, I happened to catch Rise of the Guardians on the 21st.
It strikes me as a film done by people who did their research, then threw it out the window and did their own, wonderful, brilliant thing. (Yet they kept Ratón Pérez. Kudos.)
If you’ve ever read Mark Twain’s “A Letter from Santa Claus,” the film has that kind of feel to it. It’s comfortable and familiar but also new and fresh. Frankly, my childhood just got an upgrade. Now… is it a perfect film? No. Not in the slightest. I have serious issues with it. However, the fact that I can have big beefs with the film and STILL really enjoy it says a lot for it. I was pleased to note in the credits that apparently it’s based upon a book series. I’ll have to look into them, I expect.
In short… it’s a good film that really isn’t doing as well as it should. Please, go see it; I’d like to see it do better.