Now I am not a huge Disney fan these days. Oh yes, back in the day I adored cartoons and the old softer animations of Bambi and the like. But these past few years I've not been that thrilled by their offerings.
So it was with something akin to reluctance that I agreed to take Idgy to see Tangled on Saturday. This latest Disney delight is the story of Rapunzel and her fabulously magical hair.
When we got to the cinema it was busy, ok it was packed. It was Saturday afternoon and really so not my time for approaching the cinema. I'm a early screening, nobody else there kinda gal myself. This hundreds of screaming kids business is so not me. Anyway first thing we discover is that the showing we want is sold out. What joy, my unsporting self immediately thinks of a quick trip to the shops instead, a cup of coffee and a cake maybe. But no, Idgy has noticed that there is a 3D showing in just ten minutes. I baulk at the cost of the tickets (almost double) but breath deep and smile calmly at the cashier whilst waving goodbye to that cappuccino and calorie frenzy in my mind.
We mosey on in. Idgy excited about the film, me moaning about the money. As we handed over our tickets I was a wee bit surprised to be handed a pair of shades. That's your 3D glasses, my daughter reminded me. Now come on guys. When did they change from the cut out cardboard with one green side and one red? Talk about being behind the times. There really is something seriously decadent about wearing shades indoors in the dark. We all looked like a room full of Hollywood D listers on an outing of non-discovery.
As you'll have guessed dear reader I am a 3D virgin. Yes I admit it, I never went to see Avatar or any of the other biggies in 3D, I never even saw Jaws in its 3D infancy all those years ago. As far as I was concerned it was all overpriced hype.
How wrong I was. What an embarrassment I was. Thank God we were in the back row so that my butterfly catching and lantern reaching was not witnessed by the entire cinema and just by the top three rows. My shrieks of 'look' and 'wow' and 'fab' could have been the roll call for teenage magazines back in the 70s. I was amazed to say the least.
It took me right back to being seventeen and trying out some highly illegal substance and being so sure that the trees really had moved that way and I had had no problem whatsoever sliding between the railings of a park fence. The sky sparkled and the grass grew before my very eyes. Ah what a time that was. Only spoiled and never repeated due to the misadventures of a few friends who went a tad off the rails to say the least. I kept my memory of that out-of-mindedness just as a dim recollection of the past.
But the magic of the 3D movie world took me right in there. The feeling of the butterflies coming right out of the screen and flying around was amazing, and the scene with the flying lanterns had me reaching out to touch one and make my own wish for happiness.
The embarrassment emanating from the twelve year old next to me was palpable. 'Mum, puleeeeese, just behave', ' Sit on your hands'. This was right up there with my open mourning at the death of darling Doby just a few weeks ago. No, I think this was worse, there was movement, there were the 'wow' words. Oh how I covered myself in glory.
What was the film like? No idea, I was on my own planet, in a world of my own, chasing rainbows and catching butterflies……..
Now I just can't wait to see Avitar in 3D if they ever bring it back this way!