Fantasy Film Festival: SAD/Restless-Leg Syndrome Edition
I’m about to say something that will probably get me a virtual snowball in the face: IS IT SUMMER YET? I’m done with winter. And yes, I do live in California, and yes, it was 56 degrees and sunny-ish today, and no, I expect no sympathy from the “I live in Chicago and it’s 436 below” camp. But that doesn’t mean my toes haven’t been cold since November, and it doesn’t mean all my strappy sundresses aren’t shooting me rueful looks from the back of the closet. Are cotton sheets, bare shoulders, and long evenings too much to ask?
And so I say: CHers, let’s go on vacation. Let’s blow this popsicle stand. Who needs a popsicle in February, anyway? I need some paradise movies, and I need ‘em fast. For starters:
One Night in the Tropics: Because all you need at the are Abbott and Costello to bicker you into oblivion. Sure.
Blue Crush: For those who might occasionally look up from their beach reading. Surfing, or something.
Pirates of the Caribbean: Pirates, yadda yadda, but hey! Look at all that crystal-clear water and imperialist architecture. Start with the first one and go from there.
50 First Dates: Because we all like to go on vacation and forget everything we ever knew. Or is that just me?
You know, after reviewing all the choices, it seems like paradise movies are a bit of a trap: movies about the tropics are all about things going wrong. Paradise lost, and all. Pirates, dinosaurs, ape hunting, guys kicking sand in your picnic. Maybe we just can’t handle that much sunny goodness. Maybe we need winter to show us how good we have it. In that case, I think I’d rather know a little less.
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