Posted By Ian on Nov 25, 2001 | 0 comments

     It may be long and it may have three hundred and fifty two promos before hand, but Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone is a good movie. I have not yet had the chance to read the Harry Potter novels, but when you’re watching this film, you can tell they’re matching a precise script. With intense effects which even made me recoil into my seat, the technical aspects of this motion picture are marvelous. When they need a computer generated owl, or Harry or flying key, you can barely tell that they aren’t real props. The story is cute, light and leaves you with a sense of well being. Even though it’s geared towards children, the film still leaves me saying that I should read the book. My favourite part of the movie is the candy of many flavours, really cracks me up.

     It’s almost worth the trip just to see the poromos. There’s a Monsters Inc. one which is pretty funny all by itself, there’s one for the new Jim Carrey movie The Majestic which I’ve heard through the grape vine is supposed to be great. (By the director of The Shawshank Redemption and The Green Mile, got a thing for the “The” in his titles doesn’t he?) And we can’t forget Nickelodeon’s loveable Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius

     On a side note; they call themselves Nickelodeon because it used to cost a nickel to see the show at the odeon. Mind you, they don’t make as many movies as they do messed up TV shows.

     One thing that really erks me is the stupid commercials that they’ve been showing over the last year or so at the beginning of movies. If I wanted to join the damn Canadian Armed Forces, I would have. And would you shut up about your stupid cola? I know everyone’s grabbing for money, but as long as I’m paying $25.90 for two tickets to the show, I don’t want to see any commercials. I can see shortened versions of the same commercials at home for my $20.00 per month on cable.

     I got a car wash today and it rained this evening, it still is. Sorry about that one, but the car was getting dirty. I won’t wash it again until the sping.

     Okay, enough, it’s like 2am, time for sleep.