The Spouse and I rarely go out other than into town once a week for our shopping, or a stroll down to the village for any ‘interims’.
Our entertainment is mostly a few favoured shows on TV or favourite movies on Dvd, which is the same thing without all the blasted commercials. This week we took a sight-unseen punt on a recent release — “Brave” by Disney’s Pixar; courtesy of whom the images below—garnered from: http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/disney/brave/
WE KNOW DISNEY from way way back. It may be a bit saccharine sometimes but is reliably entertaining always. Hell, we’re still patiently awaiting the reissue of Kipling’s “Jungle Book” and we absolutely adore “Mulan” (Eddie Murphy does a great little dragon). We took a gamble on ‘Brave’ and weren’t disappointed. In fact I now have a new favourite and as always I fell madly in love with the heroine (oops…am I still allowed to use the feminine?).
Princess Merida is a Scots lass of sweet and gentle disposition with a violent shock of outrageously red hair and a strong sense of personal worth. She doesn’t take kindly to the idea of being put up as the prize in a male bonding kingdom-uniting contest, much to the chagrin of her strictly responsible mother, the Queen.
Her father (the King) is voiced by Billy Connolley, the archetypal larger-than-life Scottish … lout? … and so played to perfection. This King has had a pathological dislike of bears ever since a really mean one took his leg off at the knee some years ago; hence the wooden peg-leg and murderous designs on any hint of a bear.
The story hinges around Princess Merida’s efforts to change her fate by invoking the aid of an eccentric witch (played by Julie Walters) (Ron Weasley’s Mum in the Harry Potters). Things go terribly wrong when the beloved Queen is changed into a huge bear that can’t speak a word of human. Merida’s efforts to get her mother out of the castle in one piece—after the King senses the presence of a bear in his home—and changed back into being her human mother before the permanising effect of the second sunrise reach a climax when Merida stands alone between her immobile Mother and the single-minded King; fighting desperately with a sword while the sun rises behind her.
I love spirited women with a well deserved sense of true worth, big blue eyes, and lustrous red locks cascading down over their shoulders. Did I say “sweet and gentle disposition” before? Possibly might be, when not provoked—hell, even as a little girrrrrrl* she’s a feisty wee thing. Before ‘Brave’ I was madly in love with Colette from ‘Ratatouille’. Spouse thinks I’m fickle (I prefer eclectic).
This is the big joy of living in the age of Dvds. We don’t have to get washed and brushed and drive somewhere to hire a seat for an hour or two see a movie—we own it. We can watch it as often as we want for free, on demand, chomping all the popcorn we want and in the nude if we so wish … I can never understand people who see a film once and cross it off their “must see” list and put it on the “been there, done that” list. The modern movie has vast amounts of subtleties worked into it, gone from being a simple tale simply told to a work of technological art quite breath-taking in scope.
And of course, at home only The Spouse can see if you get tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat—at home you don’t have to be macho.
Brave? You don’t have to be — and well worth the opportunity cost of (say) a couple of coffees at Macs or Starbucks.
* Okay, so I don’t do a good Scottish accent. Sue me …