Look, guys. It was kickass.
I know it wasn’t “accurate.” I know it wasn’t “Heaney.” But that wasn’t the point, now, was it? I imagine the combined efforts of Gaiman, Avery and Zemeckis would and should yield a very different sort of stew.
Perhaps a snarkish, brutal, delightful, and-odd-at-times-for-i-think-overdose-of-gimmick-and-conglomeration-of-visions-that-are-never-totally-and-smoothly-melded-in-completion-in-such-movies sort of stew.
I’ve been drinking zee wine, so I think I’ll take the trouble to stay up and write a bit. I’m feeling inspired, that’s all.
You know what I’ll do later? Write a short treatise on the Grendel Grinch connection. Needs to be done. It’s been done before, but needs to be done again.
Uh, or not.
Good night.
