Well, I took the kids to see Curious George today. For a variety of reasons, it will probably be the last “free matinee” I take them to this summer. Thankfully, the reasons don’t include their behavior–they’ve actually done really well both times.
I didn’t enjoy Curious George as much as I enjoyed Hoodwinked! Call it the “I Love Lucy” factor. Every Curious George book follows the same plot formula as every episode of I Love Lucy. Main character sets mind on a goal. Main character pursues goal, losing sight of everything else, resulting in escalating levels of catastrophe that somehow get magically resolved in the last five minutes. I’ve never really liked I Love Lucy, Curious George books, or Laverne & Shirley for this precise reason. That formula just annoys the beejesus out of me. Other people are entertained watching Lucy or George or whomever get themselves in progressively hotter and hotter water, making things worse and worse till the deux ex machina of the story jumps in and fixes everything. I just don’t. Eh.
On the positive side, the animation was lovely, Jack Johnson’s music was great, and even Will Ferrell was likable. I just liked Hoodwinked!’s “Rashomon” style story better.