First, HAPPY LABOR DAY to my America readers.
After our experience OOGIELOVE’ing yesterday, however, I felt compelled to share.
You know, just in case you find yourself TODAY in the situation I was yesterday:
100 degrees outside, finished with all your outdoor (early morning) play ideas, done with all your indoor play ideas, having seen every other kids movie currently in theaters &
desperatecurious about a brief, air-conditioned break from motherhood where you could sit on your bottom for 88 minutes.
It was due to the above I CAVED late afternoon, grabbed my magic visa gift card (story for later), snatched up Ren Man & the Tornado and brought all of us to the OOGIELOVES (fingerquote) movie (unFQ).
At first our little trio was excited.
There were only 3 other people in the theater so we could spread out & had our pick of seats.
What’s not to love? (later the male member of the other trio began to snore. loudly. that slightly diminished our love)
And then the movie began.
And in 3 minutes I decided it was the worst movie (kid or adult) I’d ever seen.
Until it continued
and continued and continued. seriously. 88 minutes can feel like a lifetime and it dawned upon me the OOGIELOVES. KINDA. ROCKED.
- It was unapologetically the worst movie ever made*. It has a fantastic cast. It still was unapologetic in its horriblenessment. The characters sang bad songs and made up awkward rhymes all with smiling “but we got your money didnt we? you came and brought the kids didnt you?” faces. OOGIELOVES didn’t pretend to be anything other than what it was. It didnt pretend there was a plot, character building or any redeeming message. It was unapologetically itself. I love that in people. Apparently I like it in movies, too.
- It was a PLAYout…and that was freakin awesome. Whether you see movies you dont adore with kids, friends, spouses or partners—-we’ve all sat through films we arent into. We’ve sat, grown bored and, if youre me, shortened your hamstrings/tightened yer piriformis in the process. NOT DURING THE OOGIELOVES MOVIE. The film was interspersed with songs where the viewers were encouraged to get out of their seats and DANCE. I danced. The Tornado danced. Ren Man? Not so much. (yep. he’s sleeping.)
- The OOGIELOVES movie didn’t try to sexualize my child. This was a very powerful realization for me as I watched the Tornado dance & shimmied along with her. Sure, the movie was mild moronic—but it was harmless moronitude. It was kid humor. It was silliness. And you know what? At 6 she still laughed, enjoyed and DANCED THROUGH all 88 minutes of it. Hollywood would have us believe our girls want the romance and implied sex they are serving to our kids. The Tornado is in no way sheltered (remember this?) & yet she loved this movie in all its childish silliness. It was a fantastic reminder to me she is still a child.
As evidenced by the picture above, Ren Man initially didnt agree with my take on the movie.
He liked the fact he got a 60 minute nap out of the deal, but didnt find too much redeeming about the “film” beyond that.
Until afterward as we walked and talked.
In the end we both agreed the movie wasnt great, but as parents to a 6 year old we’d love to *stay* a child for as long as she can we still give it a thumbs up.**
*This post may or may not have been started on my iPhone’s wordpress app as the final thrilling moments of the movie unfurled.
**I asked the Tornado if she gave it a thumbs up, down or middle. She responded by dancing with her thumbs. Kind of like Elaine. I think that means she liked it.