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As so often, my lj won't load but
incandescens' will. Odd.
I never watched any of the Harry Potter movies, being not a movie person and certainly not a Potter fan. But The Little Girls' treat last night was Goblet of Fire, ordered from whatever highway robbery system Bell has in place for its digital subscribers. (Ordered and set up by the older, who hasn't yet reached double digits. 'Did you watch on the TV or the computer?' asked her dad on returning. 'The TV.' 'Oh yes, the computer is so complicated.' Give M a year or so and she'll have it down, I'm sure. OTOH what she wanted to do before-treat was play paper dolls with me and her sister. Some things do not change.)
I can't say even now that I've *seen* Goblet of Fire, since 90% of it seems to take place in Stygian darkness. Also Bell Home Box Office or whatever doesn't seem to have captioning available, and my un-Brit-accustomed ears need it. I was amazed M could follow what was going on, but it appears she was motivated (cough) to read the book, or rather the whole series. Some things do not change.
And yes, Alan Rickman is hot, in the four or five seconds I saw him onscreen. A most unfortunate interpretation, one must say, in light of what it spawned. Couldn't they have made Harry slightly less wet than his author did instead? But now at least I know who Mr Noseless is, whom I see around occasionally
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I never watched any of the Harry Potter movies, being not a movie person and certainly not a Potter fan. But The Little Girls' treat last night was Goblet of Fire, ordered from whatever highway robbery system Bell has in place for its digital subscribers. (Ordered and set up by the older, who hasn't yet reached double digits. 'Did you watch on the TV or the computer?' asked her dad on returning. 'The TV.' 'Oh yes, the computer is so complicated.' Give M a year or so and she'll have it down, I'm sure. OTOH what she wanted to do before-treat was play paper dolls with me and her sister. Some things do not change.)
I can't say even now that I've *seen* Goblet of Fire, since 90% of it seems to take place in Stygian darkness. Also Bell Home Box Office or whatever doesn't seem to have captioning available, and my un-Brit-accustomed ears need it. I was amazed M could follow what was going on, but it appears she was motivated (cough) to read the book, or rather the whole series. Some things do not change.
And yes, Alan Rickman is hot, in the four or five seconds I saw him onscreen. A most unfortunate interpretation, one must say, in light of what it spawned. Couldn't they have made Harry slightly less wet than his author did instead? But now at least I know who Mr Noseless is, whom I see around occasionally
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BUT Alan Rickman is cool and hot and gets more screentime and develops in character and role as the series progresses. Unfortunately the lighting in all six/seven(?) films DOES NOT improve, and I always come out with a headache and only half a notion with what's gone on in the films. Fortunately these days I can get away with buying the children tickets for the films they want to see and I have an hour and a half of downtime, for a little wander and a sitdown with a cuppa.
Ahahaha and the accent, I said to hubby after three weeks, that it was probably time to go home when my children started to pick up little things in their speech patterns that might have rendered them non-understandable at home. As it is even after 16 years folks have trouble with what hubby says. Even I have trouble with it and I have know him for 20!!!
Now for me ... watching something in American (and their own diverse accents), I definitely could do with subtitles. Probably would need more subs for something American than say something in Japanese or even Chinese! ^_^
Paper dolls are fun though. It's rather different from your average Barbie or Sindy.
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I have trouble with some American films (not accents) but that's because the sound's deliberately muddy. I can understand everyone in The Maltese Falcon, say, when people believed in sound mikes.