Friday, February 12, 2010

I admit, satyrs CAN be kinda cute

Last night, Michelle and I went to see Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (hoboy is that a mouthful). It wasn't just any old movie showing, it was the premiere, at midnight, and we rode there in a minivan packed with six other, rather energetic friends between the ages of 13 and 16.

I'll let Michelle do the major recap, since she's the bigger fan of the two of us and I know she's gonna want to. My thoughts on the film, though, are as follows.

It was adorable. I mean, I was already in the mood for something action-packed that happened to star some kids, because one of the previews beforehand was for The Karate Kid which, barring the cheesy title, looks really cool. Besides, the main character is Will Smith's son doing some sweet martial arts. What's not to like? Anyway. The movie started out really quickly, getting the whole I'm-a-demigod-oh-gods-what-am-I-going-to-do thing out of the way in the first ten minutes or so. Half the plot was finding these special pearls that were distributed throughout the US that would enable the main characters to rescue Percy's mom from the Underworld and still get out alive, and the other half was Percy persuading the gods that he didn't steal Zeus's lightning bolt. You'd think that Zeus, being played by Sean Bean, would be made of awesome, but really he came off as being rather petulant and sulky. Maybe on purpose.

What I didn't like about the movie was the mediocre script, mostly. Every other minute, there was suddenly a line uttered that made me think that the screenwriters either weren't getting paid very much or just really didn't care (it's a kid's movie, no one's gonna notice, right? Wrong). The only people who were able to pull off their lamer lines without any mishaps were Percy and Grover, who had enough of the element of humour about them to make it work (another thing that surprised me is that the film opens up with Percy in school that looks suspiciously like junior high/early high, which leads you to assume that Percy's fifteen or younger (he certainly looks it), but then a few days later when they're on their road trip around the US to get these pearls it shows him driving their truck around Vegas. How old is this kid supposed to be, anyway?) Annabeth was a Rebellious Warrior Demigoddess disaster waiting to happen.

Anyhow! The experience was tons of fun, but I don't think I ever want to be packed into a minivan with seven other teenagers ever again. Now, time to reset my sleeping patterns!

-Amy

Postscript - My books-in-progress for this week are Sunshine, by Robin McKinley (great author, but the weirdest vampire novel you'll ever read), and Dune by Frank Herbert, which Mor Mor brought back for me from her house today after I left it there two weeks ago. Can't wait to get back into that book.

1 comment:

  1. I was just thinking about Sunshine the other day because I heard the name Constantine. I still think she was stupid for liking him when her boyfriend was the bomb.

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