Today I am a Good Dad
Anyway, Hasbro®, the soulless, octopus–like toy company that owns the property, decided to try to expand the franchise with the rather surprising idea of getting rid of those unnatural talking animals. The result is a trial balloon of a movie called 'My Little Pony; Equestria Girls'. Here is the plot. Warning: Spoilers a'comin'. Twilight Sparkle's magic crown is stolen by an evil pony, who takes it to our Earth through a magic portal. Twilight has to go get it back within three days. When she goes through the portal, she has turned into a human. She discovers human avatars of the rest of the pony posse who decide to help her. Hilarity ensues.
Now good luck trying to see this fine thing. A quick Google search will reveal that this film has a limited run. I mean, extremely limited. For instance, it was shown in just three cities in Washington state. In each city, it ran in only one theater, for one day, for one show. And, not to put too fine a point on it, the theater it ran in here in Seattle was way out in the boondocks. So the people who were responsible for distributing this thing (no doubt to fulfill some convoluted byzantine legal requirement), weren't getting a lot of support from the home office.
And having sat through it in a theater full of happy pre-teen girls, jolly bronies and resigned media–savvy parents who had mentally prepared ourselves to be martyrs for our children's happiness… I thought it was really good. No– seriously, it was really good. The story worked. The timing and direction were sharp and the animation was just as good as the regular show. The jokes were funny and the musical numbers…well, if you like musicals and can accept the unnatural warping of societal mores and choreography transmitted via telepathy that these types of movies postulate, then you could do a hell of a lot worse. The tunes are catchy, and Experiment # 2 wants the soundtrack. Yay!
The most annoying part of the whole experience was listening to the snarky 'witticisms' of our friends the night before, when they found out we were going to the movie. Now don't get me wrong, I can be as cynical, bitter, jaded and ironic as the next person, and possibly more so. But Experiment # 2 is not any of those things. She still gets mad when Experiment # 1 tells her that the whole My Little Pony show was created just to sell toys. I mean, really, hilariously mad. I faintly remember when I thought the world was like this; a thing of magic and wonder, where stories existed to uplift and enrich the human experience. Then I bought the first issue of Heavy Metal, and it all came crashing down. Now I know Two (as her mother and I call her), will learn the ways of the world some day, but until then, we're going to watch My Little Pony.
In other news, you might have noticed that I haven't written much lately. Part of this is getting ready for San Diego. Part of it was getting Volume # 12 to the printers, and part of it was that we did, in fact, get a couple of kittens, and they have been eating significant parts of our brains in exchange for radiating copious amounts of pure cute. Time consuming to be sure, but we do spend less time on the computer.