Howl's Moving Castle
Jun. 27th, 2005 01:07 amWell, I need to read the book now.
That was incredibly spiritually cleansing. I feel like that movie popped the inside of my head open, pressure-washed it, reinstalled the drivers on my senses of whimsy and creativity (which I'd been lacking greatly) and left me feeling good all over.
Also, it is a movie washed in coal smoke and thick white clouds of steam and intricate little mechanical details, which is always a way to bring me joy. I have some odd fixtation on those things in animation, it's a weird guilty pleasure.
The movie itself was brilliantly shiny. It followed certain Miyasaki... lines, I guess you can say. It was in that groove. There was redemption and insignificant plot threads connected into a big ball and it was all tied together by the end with plenty of room for more to come unraveling out of it. I wouldn't have guessed it wasn't an original if you just showed the movie and not the credits. It was wistful and beautiful and... well...
Gods. I'm overstimulated, as
aeothen pointed out just now on ICQ. I'm all worked up and bouncy. I haven't felt like this in AGES. It's great.
I'm not telling plot details in part because some folk haven't seen it yet and in part because I can't pick at it and unravel just one thread to follow and in part because I think that's what
sirkalen is doing in his entry which he is writing right now. (Yay! I'm making him write in his journal more! Everyone go friend him, dangit, so he'll be intimidated by the massive waves of people staring at him watching his every move with big gaping watchful eyes. I mean, not intimated. Inspired. Yeah.)
Also of note, we swung by The Planet of Shopper's World Capitalism Amusement Park again, but all the stores were largely closed, thanks to it being after 5 PM on Sunday. We did manage to grab a Roald Dahl short story omnibus, a collection of HG Wells stories and one of the Redwall books (Lord Brocktree) on the cheap fromB. Dalton. [badly fitted dub-over voice] BARNES AND NOBLE.
After the movie it looked like we'd have a hard time getting home, but we managed to recover from being briefly lost ("Ah, THIS bit of highway construction lunacy looks familiar!") and swing on home, singing to the radio and happily talking over favorite bits of the movie. My mood is now HOORAY GOOD YAY.
Also smelled skunk on the way home. Huh. I'm getting used to that smell for some reason.
That was incredibly spiritually cleansing. I feel like that movie popped the inside of my head open, pressure-washed it, reinstalled the drivers on my senses of whimsy and creativity (which I'd been lacking greatly) and left me feeling good all over.
Also, it is a movie washed in coal smoke and thick white clouds of steam and intricate little mechanical details, which is always a way to bring me joy. I have some odd fixtation on those things in animation, it's a weird guilty pleasure.
The movie itself was brilliantly shiny. It followed certain Miyasaki... lines, I guess you can say. It was in that groove. There was redemption and insignificant plot threads connected into a big ball and it was all tied together by the end with plenty of room for more to come unraveling out of it. I wouldn't have guessed it wasn't an original if you just showed the movie and not the credits. It was wistful and beautiful and... well...
Gods. I'm overstimulated, as
I'm not telling plot details in part because some folk haven't seen it yet and in part because I can't pick at it and unravel just one thread to follow and in part because I think that's what
Also of note, we swung by The Planet of Shopper's World Capitalism Amusement Park again, but all the stores were largely closed, thanks to it being after 5 PM on Sunday. We did manage to grab a Roald Dahl short story omnibus, a collection of HG Wells stories and one of the Redwall books (Lord Brocktree) on the cheap from
After the movie it looked like we'd have a hard time getting home, but we managed to recover from being briefly lost ("Ah, THIS bit of highway construction lunacy looks familiar!") and swing on home, singing to the radio and happily talking over favorite bits of the movie. My mood is now HOORAY GOOD YAY.
Also smelled skunk on the way home. Huh. I'm getting used to that smell for some reason.
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Date: 2005-06-27 11:50 am (UTC)There's a book? Is it at B&N yet?
*really big smile*
Glad you had fun, Sqrl. You *write* all bouncy and fun!!! You must really be feeling really really really great :) :)
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Date: 2005-06-27 07:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-27 11:04 pm (UTC)Another reason to get-the-book-&-see-the-movie :)
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Date: 2005-06-27 11:08 pm (UTC)And dra- and gryphons :)
Oh yet another reason I gotta-get-the-bk-&-see-the-movie!!!!!
I don't know Miyaki (yet) but it looks good; and *anything* with *anything* of DWJ's in it *has* to be good!!!!
Errr, I didn't know I was capable of being this hyper :)
*hugs* sqrl - and woof!
:):):)
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Date: 2005-06-27 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-27 07:14 pm (UTC)...in spite of that I ended up most fond of Sophia. "Oh, crap. I'm old. ... Oh well!"
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Date: 2005-06-27 07:21 pm (UTC)I have to say, Sophia was definitely my favorite, followed shortly by The Wheezer. :P
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Date: 2005-06-27 07:29 pm (UTC)...yay squeakiest dog in the world, too.
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Date: 2005-06-27 07:33 pm (UTC)*fears a worldwide epidemic of canine asthma*