"I just wish the kid behind me would have shut up."
Honey, I'm home.When I saw the trailer for this film, I was blown away. I thought, "Wow, what a great premise for a movie." Then I thought, "I bet it doesn't live up to it." I was so sick of movies that didn't live up to their trailers. So by the time the movie actually came out, I'd convinced myself that it was going to suck. Furthermore, as I headed out the door on my way to the theater, my mom informed me I was going to love it. That sure didn't help either. All my preconceptions were wrong, and I'm glad. The basic idea of the idea is that two kids, a brother and a sister, are sucked into the 50's TV show "Pleasantville", where everything is black and white, there aren't any toilets in the bathroom stalls, books are blank, holding hands is big news, and main street just goes in a big circle. Eventually, as they introduce ideas like sex and individual thought, the world colorizes. Slowly but surely, flowers, people, signs jump into color as they find something inside themselves. The scene in this movie that gave me goosebumps was when Bud shows Mr. Johnson, the soda shop owner who really wants to paint, an art book he got from the library. As the pages are turned and great works of art are shown, I realized how much we really take our art for granted. Make it a point to see this movie. It was even worth the hilariously high prices at the theater.Where's my dinner?