Chris and I have been eager to see "Wall-E" ever since it came out, and on Saturday, we finally went. Kate had seen the trailer and was excited, too, as you can see from the "natural" smile and pose in the photo above (this is visual proof of why it's better to catch a kid smiling candidly).
But don't let the glazed look fool you -- Kate LOVES going to the movies. It doesn't matter what the actual movie is (for example, she actually enjoyed the Veggie Tales pirate movie) because the thrill is seeing all the people, handing the lady her ticket, finding the right theater herself ("There it is! Number 13! That's US!"), sitting in the plush theater seat, and above all else, eating popcorn. A lot of popcorn. When I ask her what her favorite part in a movie was, she usually says, "Um. The popcorn. " The other day, Kate threw a penny in a fountain and made a wish..."for popcorn."
The first 30 minutes of "Wall-E" held Kate's attention, but when they got to the space station, she lost interest, repeatedly asking, "Where's Wall-E?" and "Where'd Eva go?" (which I'm sure the guy next to us loved). It always breaks my heart when the villain in a film does something "bad" and Kate asks, "Why is he doing that?" Since I can't say, "Well, honey, you're too young and uncorrupted to understand this, but the world can be a dark and evil place where bad things happen to good people," I say, "Because he's making a bad choice. Sometimes we make bad choices." After which Kate usually asks, "But why?" I thought "Wall-E" was one of Pixar's best films, if not the best, but at the same time, I wouldn't call it a young kids' movie. Not because of its sophisticated visual style and theme, but because there aren't any goofy, mugging, furry characters for a 3-year old to latch onto. Still, Kate had a great time, laughing at the screen and eating a disturbing amount of popcorn ("I think I ate too much").
After the movie, Kate wanted to touch "the green man" in the lobby, so Chris, of course, blatantly ignored the rope all around the Hulk statue and let her at him. Her "touch" was more like a slam, and she nearly toppled him over. We left quickly.
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