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Big Fish

Tim Burton's latest film opened here today, months and months after the States got to see it. It's part comedy and part fantasy--it's Tim Burton, baby--but boiled down, it's the story of a father and son who can't seem to communicate on the same level. So of course I was sniffling when they managed to bridge their gap at the end. It was great.

...which naturally means I had to walk out of the theater next to a classmate who happily announced, "It was so-so. You know Tim Burton: nice visuals, no emotion."

...and then when I got home and called my dad (which I was planning to do before the film, so help me God), he couldn't wait to talk about the award-deserving cinematography of The Passion of the Christ.

It is as it was.
peachy as always, Mike at 7:54 PM