||[Feb. 22nd, 2015|10:01 pm]
On Friday afternoon we went to the Gala to see the Shaun the Sheep film: it was a lot of fun, and that's really all I have to say about it.
We should go to the cinema more often. The Gala isn't the greatest cinema - its programming is very 'family' oriented, which isn't a bad thing in itself but excludes many of the films I would otherwise go and see - but that's all the more reason to go when they are showing something good. As it is, I suspect that the last films we saw* were the ones weegoddess showed us on out last night in Woburn last September.
We'd spent a happy Sunday wandering around Mount Auburn cemetery, and returned to Woburn to eat at Gene's Chinese Flatbread Cafe, about which J. had heard good things - which were entirely justified by the hand-pulled noodles, chunky strips of almost-dumpling in a spicy and fresh-herby broth, with which I spattered my grey sweatshirt (somehow, I always encounter the messiest foods when I am wearing my only pale-coloured shirt).
Back home, we settled down for movie night, front-loading our inflight entertainment. weegoddess had been offering a showing of Brave, of which she is very fond, and I was interested to see this film which had been so warmly embraced by the Scottish tourism industry. Not to mention that Chris Stout had told us he played on the soundtrack. And, well, now I've seen it. I was entertained, but rather uneasy at the level of cultural stereotyping: is it OK if the Scots join in?
After that, we watched The Voyage of the Dawn Trader: weegoddess recommended Prince Caspian, and since I had previously seen The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe this would have been the logical sequel: but I wanted to see the Dawn Treader herself, and I was not disappointed. I thought it an entirely respectable adaptation. I didn't agree with all of its choices - in particular, I thought that Lucy was older than she should have been, and that this created a number of problems - but it felt as if those choices had been made by someone who understood what they were doing.
And that was our last day in Massachussetts well spent. Time to say goodbye to weegoddess and J., and fly out to California. Logan airport seemed much improved since our last visit: we'd been there a full quarter-hour before anyone even tried to sell us a lobster plushie. In gratitude, I bought a t-shirt.
*ETA: durham_rambler reminds me that we also, in the interim, saw Mr. Turner.