And so it came to pass that a granny, an intrepid blogger and a Force of Nature did travel to Liffey Valley.
And there the intrepid blogger did purchase three tickets for the Smurfs, and it was good.
But we should start at the beginning. You see the whole excursion began with the Force of Nature asking me if I would ask her granny if we could all go to see The Smurfs. Now to be honest, being myself a true child of the 80’s, I kind of wanted to see the new, modern interpretation of one of my favourite childhood cartoon shows. I mean in all fairness who could have guessed that Hollywood would take Alvin and the Chipmunks, add some CGI and give us comic gold, complete with two squeakuels to date. So I figured a few quid spent on The Smurfs might not be wasted money, and better yet it would distract the Force from another battery of what I like to think of as the “Awkward Questions Game”.
Still, Granny of course said, yes. So this afternoon (yesterday afternoon by the time you’re reading this) we all bundled in to Baby, my partners pretty Ford Puma, and took a drive to the nearest cinema, which happens to be in Liffey Valley Shopping Centre.
Now this blog is technically supposed to be a review so I perhaps a little reviewy (yes it’s a real word, I just used it therefore it’s real, don’t make me kick the smurf outta ya) stuff should now creep in. The cinema in Liffey Valley is run by Vue. The cinema itself is pretty nice. The seats are comfy, the popcorn is both hot and nicely salty and most importantly you don’t worry about being glued in place by sticky floors, because they’re not. Sticky, that is. However Vue have a website where you’re supposed to be able to buy your tickets, with nice deals, and so save yourself the hassle of queueing with the Luddites in the entrance. Nice theory, except for the fact that they charge €2.50 to allow you the privilege of paying them with your credit card. This would be a “so what?” situation, if it didn’t mean that it would have been at least that much cheaper to buy my ticket in the cinema itself…guess which I did? I don’t like nastiness like that.
So yeah, lovely cinema, no sticky floors, but avoid the website unless you don’t mind paying extra for the chance or it’s to get that must have ticket for the first ever screening…yadda yadda.
And, back to The Smurfs. We arrived about an hour early so a little shopping was in order. For myself copies of Mass Effect, Assassins Creed and Dead Space were purchased from Game, so there goes my free time for the next three months. Meanwhile Granny and the Force were busy mooching around New Look. Mooching is apparently best defined as ” in depth window shopping with intent to actually shop later”. So I arrive delighted with myself for getting a great deal on three games, while they’re mid-mooch. The Force however is not impressed. She wants her goddess damned Smurfs and she wants them NOW! She communicates this wish my informing me in a loud voice, that we’re not to look in anymore shops. Each word is of course accompanied by its own individual foot stomp. How cute. We, that is Granny and I, of course spend an extra 15 minutes in New Look for absolutely no reason what-so-ever.
Fast forward to the movie. Usually watching a movie with the Force is an exercise in the application of supreme patience, as she asks “What’s happening now? Who’s he? Why are they doing that? What’s happening now?” and of course the classic “Can I go pee?” over and over and over, until your brains have reached the consistency of overcooked semolina, and drain out through your nostrils.
Today though the Force was amazingly good. She didn’t ask anything. She just sat there and watched The Smurfs with a big happy grin on her face. No, it was all the other kids that had me wishing for a bastard-sword, some space to swing it, and the rapid passage through Parliament of new legislation. Legislation legalizing the use of extreme late-term abortion…you know, between the 12th and 25th trimesters when the potential abortee is annoying me in the cinema.
That should tell you something about the movie. I was actually enjoying it. Sure, it has Doogie Houser in the lead human role. And yes it has that annoying redhead from the equally annoying Epic Movie as his wife. But the Smurfs, oh gods the Smurfs. They’re everything I remembered from my childhood. Cute, funny, quick-witted, brilliantly rendered by CGI and blue. The story is surprisingly fun, and putting the little blue ones in New York, actually works.
The producers also achieved something disturbingly amazing. Somehow, they managed to make Smurfette, the only female Smurf, a creature who is – and I quote, “Three apples tall”, sort of sexy. It does help that she’s voiced by Katy Perry, who singing talent or lack there-of aside, does have a sexy speaking voice. But…well let’s put it this way, Avatar made me want a tail, or at least a girlfriend who has one. The Smurfs and Smurfette in particular, will almost definitely lead to a new large outbreak of size related, well let’s called them adult cartoon drawings, on the internet.
So now the last review bit. The Smurfs, it’s a good movie. It’s not going to win Oscars, but it’s fun, sweet, funny and well worth viewing. Oh and it has the approval of the Force of Nature. She said she enjoyed it.
And then went looking for some ice cream, one scoop of bubblegum, one scoop of mint. Well ain’t that just smurfelicious.