Last Tuesday night we flew into the cinema, landed in our seats, wound up our expectations and were propelled into a movie extravaganza! No, not really. But we did go see Planes: Fire & Rescue. And it was…
pretty good actually.
We weren’t in the best frame of mind to watch a movie. Our family had just been through a couple of weeks of sick kids and sick parents and had saturated ourselves so thoroughly in kids DVDs that the prospect of seeing another kids movie – even a new release – felt a little like force feeding ourselves chocolate pudding. You know, not really enjoying something you’d normally relish.
But we actually kinda enjoyed it.
Here is the feedback from the family:
Son: “Ah, great.”
Daughter: “It was good but a bit scary.”
Wife: “I thought it was excellent. It was good fun. Yes, I thought it was a bit scary, too, when the fire was surrounding them. Didn’t you think that was a bit scary, too, honey?”
Um, not really. It was a movie. Animation.
But I did enjoy it. And here’s why.
The movie was about a team of fire fighting planes, not about Dusty Crophopper. I came away thinking how cool the fire fighters were, not how great Dusty was. And that was a welcome change.
Go, fire fighters!
Humour: Nothing stood out as inappropriate – unless you count the rather humourous female plane that had a crush on Dusty. Funny, but embarassing. And once or twice a little creepy. “I like watching you sleep.”
Anything else you want to know, ask in the comments.