I thought I'd offer up some musings that probably reveal a
lot about my Baby Boomer demo: I passed
up the opportunity to (belatedly) see Fifty
Shades of Gray to attend an opening day showing of Cinderella. That’s right. Sixty-two and a Disney Princess Forever.
While it’s true I was bored anytime Cate Blanchett’s wicked
stepmother wasn’t on-screen – which was far too often – I still got a kick out
of a beloved tale told with some style.
Visually, the movie was stunning:
Vivid blues and golds, silvers and pinks and for Stepmom, chartreuse. Helena Bonham Carter, a true English
eccentric and always a fun actress to watch, was a kick as the Fairy
Godmother. The young actress who played
Cinderella was utterly charming – blonde (of course), beautiful (natch) but
very winning (not too sweet, not too sour).
Only the Prince was a disappointment, but that’s not an uncommon occurrence
when it comes to princes, so it didn’t bother me. I generally loved it.
At some point, I’ll see Fifty
Shades (probably on DVR with my husband, so we can giggle together) but I
can wait. I slogged through the books and
have a pretty good idea of how things go down in the Red Room (smile).
But then there’s Empire
and crazy, angry, utterly lovable in her own unscrupulous way Cookie Lyon, and her
ex-husband, the sexy, surly, seriously bad Lucious Lyon, Rap Mogul
Extraordinaire played by Terrence Howard.
The 2-hour finale was as bonkers and over the top as I’d hoped for, down
to Terrence Howard’s final line as he stares at the camera through the bars of
his jail cell: “Game time, bitches!”
I guess you can tell that I haven’t been doing much reading lately.
On that note, I’ve gotta go, bitches. Game time at the office.
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