So, about Annie. The new one. The one Ive been waiting all year to see, with the hopeful starry eyed anticipation some of you guys reserve for Lord of the Rings or John Green. I already knew the reviews were bad. But I went in anyway. Me, Kurt, and SIX other brave souls at Alamo Drafthouse. Seriously. Eight people in the whole theater, at Alamo, where it is hard to get tickets anymore. Not boding well. The first third of the movie was spot on. Bawled my eyes out with this Annies longing (definitely tied to us adopting this year). This Annie was amazing. Cameron Diaz got a new spin on Miss Haddigan (a failed 80s band singer), and Jamie Foxx was doing okay as the stalwart billionaire. The modernization to foster kids was fine. And the addition of Annie dashing through town every Friday night to watch with anxious hope to see if her parents would arrive at a certain restaurant, was touching. The kind maître d who brought her cannoli, which was on the receipt that was used to write her abandonment note, was tear-springing. But it fell apart soon after that. The Foxx songs were cringe worthy, and even Diaz couldnt save the Little Girls rendition they gave her. I was ready to leave at the end, not feeling that amazing surge you get at the end of the 1982 version. And very very sad, because that triumph is what you go for. Skip the theater. Get it on video if youre curious about how such a classic, even built around a talent like young Quvenzhané Wallis, can be wrecked. And then watch this: youtu.be/jymwZyr6QCI
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 15:55:23 +0000
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