I think that when the inevitable unauthorized autobiographies of my life begin to come out (expect one at your favorite bookseller about the same time that Hell freezes right the hell over), one thing will be made abundantly, irrevocably clear:
I am an embarrassingly slothful person. And if it weren’t for the Puddinette, I would never have owned an iron.
Okay, so maybe that’s not exactly Earth-shattering knowledge. Let’s follow that up with something a little more fun, then. How’s this: I’m genetically predisposed to love me some stuff adapted from Grimm folk tales. I mean, Red Riding Hood, Rumpelstiltskin, Rapunzel? These are all fantastically dark, twisted tales derived from Germanic folk lore. How you can you not love them and their sinister plots?
Random aside: if you wrote a collection of stories today that included as many children being eaten throughout the compilation as tend to end up in someone’s cookpot here in Grimm stories, how long before you had either Child Protective Services or the FBI (or both) going through your trash?
Anyway, I caught Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters on Blu-ray this weekend. So, here, have 100 words or less about it:
Silly. Ridiculous. Twisted. Dark. Fun. Those five words pretty much sum up Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters for me. It doesn’t take itself seriously, and that’s the key that separates it from being good ridiculous and bad ridiculous. Sure, if you’re looking for a flick where the plot makes sense and everything happens for a good reason besides incredible convenience, this probably isn’t the movie for you. But if not, for being a bit tongue-in-cheek, it held my interest with solid action and an interesting story. I’d definitely say there are worse ways to spend 90 minutes of your life.
Next up in the Netflix queue: Cloud Atlas. If I can successfully give it the 100-word treatment, I might just buy myself a pony.
And yes, of course everyone gets a ride.