duodenum, holiday lights, and The Polar Express
I just finished my second session of the research study I originally participated in back in September. Boy it’s nice to be able to eat whatever I want again. This time around they took a picture of my duodenum (small intestines) with the tube inside and gave it to me. Not that you’ve ever wanted to see my duodenum, but here it is - with the tube in it (the tube starts in my right nostril and goes through my stomach - not the other end ;):
We also ventured out last night to see some holiday lights. I’d heard about Carson Williams’s light display in Mason in the Enquirer, so we drove up there and paid our $15 to see what all the hype was about. I don’t know that it was worth $15 for just two people (it’s only 15 minutes long, but that is long enough to get the point), but if you put four people in your car it may be worth it. It really is an impressive display, not in the massive-tons-of-lights sense but in the choreography. The mock-up of Mr. Williams’s house isn’t very big, and even though there are about 25,000 lights, the display area is small - maybe 50 or 60 feet wide and 30 feet tall. What makes it impressive is how the lights are set to music. It must have taken quite a bit of time to set up all the choreography, and when you do finally see it, it’s humorous and well-done. We went to a homey little Mexican restaurant called El Toro after the light show. The food was good and cheap.
Then we topped off the night with the absolutely awful movie “The Polar Express.” Awful? Yep, awful! And I’m not just saying this because the whole idea behind the movie is to get people to believe something that is patently not true - Santa Claus (yes, I have issues with people believing things that are not true). A bigger issue is that the movie is just poorly written and not compelling. In the course of what could very well be 2 hours in movie time (not viewing time), 3 or 4 kids become best friends and all have character arcs that are completely unbelievable (the girl becomes a leader, the poor boy comes to trust in others, and the main character learns to believe… in Santa and ghosts - Wizard of Oz style). But there is no attempt to develop these characters to make the character arcs believable - no background development, very little talking, etc. The story is basically just a series of pointless conflicts designed to keep the audience’s attention because people could die, even though you know no one will die - this is a Christmas movie after all! All of the action sequences should have been thrown out and the story should have focused on the characters. But, no, instead we have unbelievable character arcs (because there is no character development) with lots of pointless action. Some of the sequences seemed to be included just to highlight the animation capabilities of the animators.
To top it off, there is a song in the film that is just offensive. The poor boy, Billy (his name is the only one I remember), starts singing about how Christmas sucks because he’s poor and never gets anything. The girl joins in, turning it into a duet. But, rather than sympathize with him, she says, “So what! Christmas is great for me because I have decorations and presents and food and family.” Really! Listen to the exchange. It’s a “I’m not poor so I don’t give a crap about your sucky Christmases and you should value Christmas anyway, regardless of your socioeconomic status” song. Touching, huh? I came away from the movie thinking, “Was this an attempt by retailers to create a new myth surrounding Christmas that encourages consumption?” The moral of The Polar Express: Christmas IS the new religion. What a dumb movie… It’s bad enough, though, that you can laugh at how bad it is and come away from the movie having enjoyed making fun of it. Even so, I don’t recommend it.
December 18th, 2006 at 5:44 pm
My problem with the Polar Express is that it also makes faith a virtue. Also, in my most sincere opinion, the letter the girl should have receive is not “L” for leader, by “T” for token.
December 19th, 2006 at 7:47 am
I agree completely. There were virtually no redeeming qualities to this movie - the animation being a minor exception (everything but the people looked good). The movie very much made faith a virtue. But, of course, having actually seen Santa Claus, there is no reason to have faith - he had knowledge at that point. This is a very classic example of convoluting faith so it seems like it has a basis in fact, when facts are the antithesis of faith.