I Am Eleven Again
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madrobinsThat was fun.
Skywalker is a gorgeous place; the old movie posters alone are worth the price of admission. We got to see a couple of mixing and sound editing rooms, as well as the public areas (and of course, the theatre, which is absolutely gorgeous). Maybe the coolest thing we saw was the scoring studio, a vast room with several concert grand pianos, much recording gear, and room for a full orchestra (and choir, too, most likely). It was empty, but the acoustics were such that I wanted to sing.
We ate in the "entertainment area"--I'd brought cold cuts and bread and pasta salad and lettuce and tomato, so we made sandwiches; then washed them down with berries and Girl Scout cookies. And then, into the theatre to see the movie. The audience was mainly ILM and Skywalker staff and family--it's the first time I can recall seeing a movie where everyone stayed for the credits. Because, of course, everyone was going to clap for all the ILM and Skywalker people credited. So everyone did.
And the movie? I grinned for the entire running time, except when I was gasping or laughing or saying "Oh, cool." I will give nothing away by saying it has a serious sense of humor, some terrific performances (imagine making Mr. Spock your own when you're sharing the movie with the guy who created the character!); I particularly loved Simon Pegg, playing Scotty, and Karl Urban (who seems to have beefed up since his Eomer days) playing McCoy. But all of them seemed to be having so much fun, and each of them managed to spit out near-iconic lines without making them feel like lines-the-audience-has-been-waiting-for. Killer opening sequence, with the damnedest space craft I have ever seen. And a wonderful tiny smatch of James Kirk's bad-boy childhood. And just...fun. I felt like I spent two hours being my eleven year old self again, saying "Whee!"
Skywalker is a gorgeous place; the old movie posters alone are worth the price of admission. We got to see a couple of mixing and sound editing rooms, as well as the public areas (and of course, the theatre, which is absolutely gorgeous). Maybe the coolest thing we saw was the scoring studio, a vast room with several concert grand pianos, much recording gear, and room for a full orchestra (and choir, too, most likely). It was empty, but the acoustics were such that I wanted to sing.
We ate in the "entertainment area"--I'd brought cold cuts and bread and pasta salad and lettuce and tomato, so we made sandwiches; then washed them down with berries and Girl Scout cookies. And then, into the theatre to see the movie. The audience was mainly ILM and Skywalker staff and family--it's the first time I can recall seeing a movie where everyone stayed for the credits. Because, of course, everyone was going to clap for all the ILM and Skywalker people credited. So everyone did.
And the movie? I grinned for the entire running time, except when I was gasping or laughing or saying "Oh, cool." I will give nothing away by saying it has a serious sense of humor, some terrific performances (imagine making Mr. Spock your own when you're sharing the movie with the guy who created the character!); I particularly loved Simon Pegg, playing Scotty, and Karl Urban (who seems to have beefed up since his Eomer days) playing McCoy. But all of them seemed to be having so much fun, and each of them managed to spit out near-iconic lines without making them feel like lines-the-audience-has-been-waiting-for. Killer opening sequence, with the damnedest space craft I have ever seen. And a wonderful tiny smatch of James Kirk's bad-boy childhood. And just...fun. I felt like I spent two hours being my eleven year old self again, saying "Whee!"