My father arrived back from walking the pilgrimage in Spain this weekend. Being pretty condescending in his day to day life, after spending two months abroad surrounded by beautiful scenery and "basically no buildings built after the 14th century," my father reached an entire new level of Professor-ness. So for about one day all I heard were remarks about how much better is in Spain, about how much better Spanish is than English (pretty ironic, considering he's an English professor), and about how mass in much more meaningful over there across the ocean. After that he got back to his normal self, quoting Shakespeare and insisting he's right about everything. I take after my dad...anyway, his idea of spending labor day together was seeing "Moonrise Kingdom" which I did not dispute at all, hearing wonderful things about it.
I was disappointed. I mean, it was great and I loved the recreation of the sixties (it was all pretty accurate, according to my dad). It had good music, and the characters of Sam and Suzy were wonderfully portrayed. But with all the raving reviews, I expected something more. I guess that just goes to show how awful human nature is. I had built up this amazing movie in my head, that no real movie could compare to.
It was a quality film; much better than most I've seen in a while. Bill Murray was/is great. But the entire time, I just kept thinking...this kid looks like Dwight Schrute.
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