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Dreams, Film, Otherworlds, Reality, Reflection, review, Storytelling, Strangeness of Life, Surrealism, Wonderland
~ A Review
I walk home after the sky has moved from blue to purple, and above the rooftops I see the thin sliver of a Cheshire cat smile.
Two nights before my sweetie, a friend and I went to watch the new Alice in Wonderland film by Tim Burton in 3D. Its a rare treat to visit a cinema from the Valleys of Wales, so we were most excited!
It was beautiful, and a strange blend of Alice in Wonderland, Alice Through the Looking Glass and The Jabberwocky. When the 3D technology has developed even a little further it will be a fantastic addition to the visual experience and I look forward to seeing how it may perhaps add to the storytelling. For the moment, it was pretty (despite my personal difficulties focussing, and preference for brighter colours, which were washed out by the special glasses). We all giggled at the spectacle of ourselves in the huge frames over our modest daily glasses we wear to see the world.
But I left the theatre feeling that here had been a spectacle, and little else.
It being Burton, there were plenty of treats, and a familiar cast of actors who pulled off their roles wonderfully. There were characters, long loved and often missed, reappearing in new guises. There were amazing details and vast vistas of beauty.
And yet it lacked something…
And under that sliver of moon I began to realise what.
In the story that captured our hearts so long ago, it wasn’t a narrative that we fell in love with, but the surrealness, the moment by moment twisting and turning of a world which whispered with wonder.
Now the fantastical has become so commonplace it cannot invoke the same degree of dreaming on its own, and forcing a loose narrative on pieces of art which have little truck with beginning, middle and end takes a little more away.
The story of Alice is not a narrative, but a dream, and that is why we love it.
Alice shows us how reality flows between the two worlds of dreaming and waking, and watching her adventures lets us walk away with a little piece of her ability to walk between these worlds. It felt to me like the new film tried to make this more obvious, and perhaps missed the point.
But it was still gorgeous, I will still watch it again, and I do still adore the Cheshire Cat and his smile…
the thin sliver of a Cheshire cat smile.
Two nights before my sweetie, a friend and I went to watch the new Alice in Wonderland
film by Tim Burton in 3D. Its a rare treat to visit a cinema from the Valleys of
Wales, so we were most excited!
It was beautiful, and a strange blend of Alice in Wonderland, Alice Through the
Looking Glass and The Jabberwocky. When the 3D technology has developed even a little
further it will be a fantastic addition to the visual experience and I look forward to
seeing how it may perhaps add to the storytelling. For the moment, it was pretty
(despite my personal difficulties focussing, and preference for brighter colours,
which were washed out by the special glasses). We all giggled at the spectacle of
ourselves in the huge frames over our modest daily glasses we wear to see the world.
But I left the theatre feeling that here had been a spectacle, and little else.
It being Burton, there were plenty of treats, and a familiar cast of actors who pulled
off their roles wonderfully. There were characters, long loved and often missed,
reappearing in new guises. There were amazing details and vast vistas of beauty.
And yet it lacked something…
And under that sliver of moon I began to realise what.
In the story that captured our hearts so long ago, it wasn’t a narrative that we fell
in love with, but the surrealness, the moment by moment twisting and turning of a
world which whispered with wonder.
Now the fantastical has become so commonplace it cannot invoke the same degree of
dreaming on its own, and forcing a loose narrative on pieces of art which have little
truck with beginning, middle and end takes a little more away.
The story of Alice is not a narrative, but a dream, and that is why we love it.
Alice shows us how reality flows between the two worlds of dreaming and waking, and
watching her adventures lets us walk away with a little piece of her ability to walk
between these worlds. It felt to me like the new film tried to make this more obvious,
and perhaps missed the point.
But it was still gorgeous, I will still watch it again, and I do still adore the
Cheshire Cat and his smile…
