big fish

i have a new favorite movie: tim burton's "big fish," which i think played in theaters for all of like 15 minutes. it's out on dvd now. (generally, kat and i watch old audrey hepburn movies and ancient cartoons along w/the occasional rock 'n' roll flick, plus whatever aimee brings home.) i suppose some people (the kind who like quentin tarantino films because he's "ironic") took this film as evidence that burton's gone soft in the head, but i've been there for a long time. (as chief dan chambers once told me, we _do_ get more sentimental as we get older. i mean, i liked "what dreams may come," too.) the last 10 minutes or so tore me up. apparently this italian rock 'n' roll rag i've done some stuff for liked it, too, but then again, i _expect_ italians to be sentimental. like all my favorite books 'n' flicks, "big fish" is about storytelling (and the fact that not everybody you think is full of shit is really full of shit). and fathers 'n' sons 'n' like that. if you can buy into the premise of ewan macgregor growing up to be albert finney, you'll prolly love it. jessica lange and helena bonham carter are in it, too, and do a real good job. steve buscemi and danny devito, too. and carl the giant. now i can almost tolerate the idea of seeing the film which i saw hyped with an ad that went something like this: "wonka. burton. 2005." you gotta love hollywood. or not.