I was going to blog today...

[alanajoli]

...but instead I read a chunk of Maiden of the Wolf (Hallowmere #4, by dragon_egg, which I had to return before I went to Greece and just picked back up) and watched Enchanted. The first is just as engaging as it was before I left, and the second was darling--certainly bordering on saccharine, but appropriately so. And James Marsden is adorable as a doofus. (One real complaint, though: why didn't they have Idina Menzel sing? I mean, seriously?)

I suspect given time to digest, I might actually have something to say about the nature of fairy stories and the way we like our fairy tales to work these days (eg. Giselle becomes so much more likable as a character after she's "broken"--once she starts to question happily ever afters). But that may take actual pondering, and tomorrow is guest blog day. Given that I've just gotten back and I'm fresh out of new guests for now, I'll probably share bits of one of the very cool tour books I got of Naxos, which is the home of Ariadne and Dionysis.

Comments

[shanna-s.livejournal.com]

It is kind of sad that our modern society can only seem to accept Giselle once she becomes more cynical. On the bright side, she never gave up her belief in true love. She just learned that true love stands a better chance if you actually bother to get to know someone first.

And on the other bright side, both of the men are actually men instead of the gross arrested-development man children who have taken over romantic comedies lately. Even if James Marsden was a bit of a doofus. At least he was a responsible adult doofus.

[kemlo.livejournal.com]

Nice to see someone else enjoyed Enchanted! It seemed to get largely overlooked when it was released, overshadowed by the over-hyped and (whisper it quietly!) poorly-written Stardust.

Despite the fact that Stardust had Gaiman's name stamped all over it, its humour hardly ever ventured above the level of slapstick buffoonery whereas, for all its saccharine charm, I felt Enchanted also had a fair share of genuine wit. Enough, in fact, for even a hardened old cynic like me to enjoy it!