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I haven’t waited in line to see a movie since The Matrix and the last time I wore 3D glasses was on my 6th Grade glass trip to see Africa: The Serengeti.
I’m a complete sucker for Disney Pixar. When they introduced Nemo the clownfish I fell in love with sea creatures and dedicated my life (read: the next month) to creating a sustainable environment in my home for rescued fish.
After I met the Incredibles family I wanted to be a super hero, save the world, and do pirouettes with Frozone.
Tonight I shoved my way up the aisle, burrowed myself into a corner seat, and within 10 seconds the entire room was packed. I scarfed down a sandwich from Garden of Eden and slipped on my Wayfarer-esque 3D glasses (these things used to be so much dorkier).
On the screen an old man with furry eyebrows flew a house. (Normally if I saw that I’d think someone roofied me.) Powered by helium and motivated by loss off went the old man in his floating flat.
Maybe it was the glasses or the tryptophan from my turkey wrap but I fell head over heels for the film. I forgot it was a cartoon. Dogs flew planes and spoke, and a Rip Van Winkleish explorer (who, according to the timeline of the film, had to be well over 100-years-old) ran around with knees more shock-absorbant than mine.
Life with 3D glasses is magical.
