Dear Cakes, you little maniac.
Thanks for taking me to the movies the other night. You’re good company, some of the best. The traffic sucked, and so did the Marina Del Rey parking garage, thoughtless pedestrians darting this way and that as they raced for salvation (Gelson’s wine aisle).
And I’d do it again a million times.
The movie itself? Meh, at best. “The Cat in the Hat” dates to my own childhood 500 years ago. Somehow, they’ve botched this latest version.
Just spit-balling here, but perhaps they shouldn’t have entrusted such an American treasure to an Italian director with no sense of nuance?
Honestly, 17 trombone players must’ve died in the making of this movie…that’s how loud and brassy it is. To me, a children’s classic should never be a contact sport.
Where was the trademark whimsy, where was the wit, the whacky Suessian charm?
In the seat next to me, that’s where.
