BAYWOLF, Indeed.

My Dad just yells from the living room…

“Eh, Eh, Hey Rosanne! You seen this BAYWOLF came out? You know this movie?  

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, yeah! You mean, BEOWULF? Yeah. I saw it.”

“Oh, really? How was it?”

“Good!”

“Oh, good. Your professor in on it?”

 ”Nah. He saw it though.”

“Oh, good.”

I love it.  Also, Neil Gaiman was correct — as stated in Smoke and Mirrors, people certainly do mishear Beowulf for the… BAYWOLF? (Caps vital in this case to mimic my father’s extremely loud voice and boisterous German accent)

I’ve heard alot of Beowulf talk these days.  Between usual reference, the movie, and Wil’s thesis, Beowulf is a fond conversation topic.  Maybe not so fond for Wil.  I think he’s about to poke his eyes out. 

 

Beowulf — the Grinch v. Grendel Death Match TBA

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.