Friday, February 23, 2007
AbeBooks dropped by this afternoon to tell me that The Cat in the Hat is 50 years old.
That movie really freaked me out as a kid.
I don't like messes in movies. I don't like car chases that crash through fruit stands. I don't like it when two men are carrying a large pane of glass across the street and a large vehicle invariably crashes through it. Okay: I liked the Blues Brothers and the whole shopping mall thing -- but honestly, all I can think of when one of those scenes plays out is the pain, and the injury, and the property damage.
And don't try to tell me that everything was okay in the end with the Cat in his Hat and those innocent children because they put it all back together again before Mom in her sexy stilettos made it home: it was all a big LIE.
The kids knew it. The goldfish knew it. The cat knew it.
Mom suspected it.
And everything had changed.
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p.p.s. Green Eggs and Ham I can do. And Horton rocks the Whos.