I do love that film. You might think a pointlessly slushy 'chick flick' about the personal choices made by a girl who desperate to break into journalism, takes on a job working for 'Mrs Impossible'. All comes good in the end, despite losing her way, and selling her soul, she reclaims it at the very moment that Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep) points out that Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) is turning into a younger version of her ruthless and self centred self.
Many life lessons in that film, and it's hard to ignore the beauty of Anne Hathaway, let alone all the gorgeous (and not so gorgeous) clothes. Lessons about pursuing dreams, whatever the cost, but making sure that they are your dreams and not someone elses. It's one thing to alienate your friends and disappoint your family as the cost you pay for reaching a goal that's very important to you, but it's something else entirely to do that on the quest to satisfy someone else's ambitions.
Isn't it too easy to spend all your energy, and time, living up to someone else's dreams or expectations, only to discover later on that whilst doing that, the person you have the longest and most important relationship with, yourself, is slowly, but surely, dying inside.
Chloe and I went to see 'Gulliver's Travels' at the cinema today. The modern envisioning of the original tale, re-imagined with the involvement of Jack Black, Billy Connolly, Catherine Tate and Amanda Peet, to name but a few.
A witty script, well delivered characters and the seamless CGI techniques we have all come so used to make this a very enjoyable family film. That's where the audience is.
We both had a great time though, and enjoyed a rather Roller-coaster like ride on the 700 from Gunwharf.
Pizza for tea, meant a great evening of fun (and expense). I am knackered though, as I did't get to bed anywhere near early enough last night, and have got the bus straight from work in Havnat to go and pick Chloe up in Southsea.