The Artist

Since the kids were born, Sara and I see movies in the theater very infrequently. As I said the last time we saw a movie, when you’re only seeing about one movie a year, it’s got to be a good one. You’ve got to make it count. That’s why when we got the opportunity last weekend to see a movie, we quickly turned to the Academy Award Nominations to separate the wheat from the chaff so to speak.

Hugo leads the pack with 11 nominations, however, it wasn’t playing at the theater closest to us. Close behind was The Artist, with 10 nominations, so we took the Academy at their word and checked it out.

I wish we wouldn’t have.

It’s not that The Artist is a terrible film. It’s an okay film at best. I won’t say I wasn’t entertained by the movie, but I will say my entertainment level was below probably half of the movies I’ve seen this year. And for a movie with 10 Academy Award nominations, that’s not really up to snuff, is it?

Sara and I tried to explain to ourselves later how this film garnered so many nominations, and the best guess we have is that Hollywood absolutely loves movies about Hollywood. I was positively shocked when I looked up some of the reviews and read how absolutely glowing they were. Again, it’s not a bad movie, but reading the reviews they made it sound like it was the greatest movie ever made. I have to say, I feel like there is some kind of emperor’s-new-clothes thing going on with this movie. Everybody has been told how good it is and how much they have to like it, that they think they *do* like it, because they don’t want to disagree and say it really wasn’t that good.

The only thing the movie had going for it was a gimmick: it’s a silent film. Now, full disclosure, I did not know this going in, and it’s something you should be prepared for. I knew the subject of the movie was silent films, but I didn’t know that it was actually a silent film. So I could certainly see the argument that it was unique and different, and perhaps if we saw tons and tons of movies we would appreciate it on that front. But the problem was not that it was a silent film, but that it wasn’t a very good film.

The Artist is up for Best Picture this year. Can someone honestly tell me they enjoyed it as much as say The Departed or A Beautiful Mind? Put it in the same class as Schindler’s List or Forrest Gump? Is it as iconic as Rain Man or Silence of the Lambs? Will it be remembered like The Godfather?

The answer is no.

It has an interesting gimmick. Maybe it’s worth seeing, maybe it’s not. But if you’re only going to see one movie a year, it shouldn’t be this one. It can’t be this one. You can not tell me it was the best movie of the entire year.

Maybe I am a curmudgeon who just doesn’t like things. Maybe seeing only one movie a year sets my expectations too high, and I didn’t judge this movie fairly. But let me also say this: the movie put Sara to sleep. 10 potential Academy Awards, and it put Sara to sleep. Even my mom, who said she really enjoyed the movie, said she almost fell asleep.

Is that the mark of the best movie of the entire year, that it lulls you to sleep??

Trouble Monday the Injured

Evie: “Each kid has 2 boxes of band-aids.”
Me:  “I’m glad we don’t need to use that many!”
Evie: “Yeah, then I’d be Evelyn Lois the Injured.”

Evie: “Mama, how high can you count?”
Sara: “Probably high enough that I could count for the rest of my life.”
Evie: “But then you would be counting at my wedding and that would be really funny!”

Evie: “The moon is so beautiful. It looks like a hangnail!” – Poetic.

Sara: “Can you say your full name? Are you ‘Trouble Halbach’?”
Ollie: “Trouble Halbach Evie.”

Kid knows his sister.

Warwick Davis

What do all these movies have in common: Harry Potter, Star Wars, Ray, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, The Chronicles of Narnia : Prince Caspian, and Willow?

Besides the fact that they are awesome, they all star one amazing actor by the name of Warwick Davis.

It would be almost impossible to have not seen Mr. Davis in some movie. Aside from the fact that he works almost continuously (1992 was the last year he didn’t have something come out, and the only year since Star Wars Episode VI in 1983 that he didn’t have anything), but he’s also been in some of the biggest movies of all time.

Warwick Davis as Wicket the Ewok

Of course, his big role was arguably the most famous little person movie of all time, Willow,

Warwick Davis as Willow Ufgood

but for my money, his finest performances were in some movies near and dear to my heart, Leprechaun 1 – 6.

Warwick Davis as The Leprechaun

This is, of course, not to mention some rolls in movies you probably saw but didn’t recognize him in, such as a member of the goblin corps in Labyrinth, or Marvin the Robot in the Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy.

Maybe it is because I am a big fan, but I always recognize him instantly, even in makeup. I’ve learned that, for some reason, no one else seems to recognize him. For example, I don’t know how anybody could have watched the Harry Potter series without recognizing the same actor played Flitwick and Griphook:

Warwick Davis as Prof. Flitwick and Griphook the Goblin

Because he is a little person, he is not known as a hugely successful actor, but his resume matches any but the absolute biggest movie stars (I mean biggest figuratively, not literally). I was so happy to see him get some big on-screen moments as Griphook, and I thought he was fantastic. Hopefully casting directors will (continue to) take note.

Isn’t it about time for a Willow sequel?

This could have actually happened

Last night I had a dream that Sara was driving, and I was navigating. We were trying to decide between two routes to take. Ultimately, Sara opted to take the slightly longer route because the asphalt was “made from whole wheat”.

Ollie Update

It’s been awhile since I’ve sort of talked about what Oliver is up to developmentally these days.

He’s talking a LOT. It appears that the fears of those who thought he might not talk that much because his older sister/chatterbox wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise are unfounded. He’s up to about five word sentences these days, and they are pretty understandable sentences too. He definitely lets you know what he wants and what he doesn’t want.

He has also discovered the concept of “two” and will often point out when there are two of something, like “Two clocks!” or “Two water bottles!” So far this doesn’t extend beyond two, but if I remember correctly from Evie, it will be awhile yet before he gets more than two. If you say, “I one it,” he will say, “I two it!”, but after that he immediately jumps to, “Ollie ate it!”

He also loves singing, and sings little snatches of songs spontaneously. It’s funny because he usually gets the tune, so you know what he’s singing, but a lot of the words are sort of nonsense approximations of the actual words. You can tell, though, that he’s singing just for the pure joy of singing, which is hard not to find adorable. He does tend to get stuck in infinite loops though, repeating one phrase endlessly, like “Little lamb! Little Lamb! Little Lamb! Little…”

His favorite thing to do is to get the stool out of the bathroom and use that to turn the lights off and on. This is rather unfortunate. I much prefer his second favorite thing to do, which is to work in the play kitchen. He mostly makes coffee and things that are “very hot!”, including oatmeal, which usually turn out to be cups and pots full of necklaces or crayons. He’s very good at entertaining himself, playing at the kitchen or reading books to himself, sometimes for hours.

He’s getting pretty good at climbing stairs, to the point that we’re considering removing the gates in the near future. He likes to have a book in his crib at naptime, though I don’t think he does anything with it, other than just sort of stare at the cover while he’s falling asleep. He likes to “float” in the bathtub and doesn’t mind getting his ears or even really his eyes wet (very different from Evie in this respect!).

Not so much on the potty training. At first, he was going in the potty all the time, and we thought it was going to be so easy. We were soooo smug. Well, he’s all done with that. We’ve been putting him on the potty every night before the bath and other times throughout the day, and he’s gone in there maybe once in the past three months. Furthermore, just getting him to sit on the potty is a big struggle. Total reversal from our early successes. I guess all we can do is keep doing what we’re doing, and hope he changes his mind.

It’s always very interesting to me watching how Evie and Ollie interact with each other. There is so much love between them, it is really amazing. I guess I’m not surprised that he adores her so much and copies her every movement, since he’s the little brother and older kids are just so cool, but I am sort of surprised at how much she really thinks of him. If he’s hurt, she cries. If he cries, she tries to make him feel better. She is always asking him to play with her, and she doesn’t seem to mind at all when he’s following her around, copying her. I assume that will change at some point, but for now it’s very sweet.

Of course nobody can frustrate them like each other either, so you take the good with the bad. They always want whatever the other has, and they can’t help taunting each other with whatever the other wants. Oliver in particular is very protective of whatever he has, getting upset if Evie so much as looks at it. I think this is sort of a survival technique on his part, since her looking at it is often followed by her demanding it, or saying, “I had it first!”

In other words, they are brother and sister.