I mentioned it last week, but I’ve been travelling in the States for a couple of weeks, and been absorbing story right through my skin!
(Official trailer from YouTube)
Thursday, I got to see A Wrinkle in Time. My mom mentioned that I loved the book as a kid, and I do seem to remember reading it more than once. None of the details stuck, but the essence? Oh, yeah. The movie brought back all those feelings, and those positive messages of love that the book gave me through my mixed-up tween and early teen years.
First, a quick review of the movie: gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. The actors are gorgeous, the costuming gorgeous, and the scenery gorgeous. I’ve seen gorgeous shows before — when I watched Wonder Woman this winter, I was blown away by the cinematography. But, I felt there was something lacking in WW. Maybe the fact that it was an origins story kept me from loving WW; I felt the movie lacked a certain amount of heart. So many people (including my movie buddy) loved it, but I just liked it. I thought that perhaps it was because I had already worked through a lot of the issues that Wonder Woman is processing. Maybe if I’d seen it in my 20s, I would have loved the sight of strong women kicking ass. But in my 40s? I do seem to remember thinking, “Well, kicking ass is fine, but who is going to clean up all this mess?” Wonder Woman was not a stand-alone movie, and I’m not patient enough these days to wait for the next installment.
A Wrinkle in Time, however, was a stand-alone movie. Possibly, it will be an origins movie. I remember two sequels to the book, and Wikipedia says it’s a Time Quintet. But, the movie was just fine, as far as tying up loose threads and giving the viewer a satisfying ending.
The movie certainly is glittery. I noticed all the costume changes, and remember thinking at one point, “My goodness, this is like the Disney Princesses got a Barbie-size wardrobe.” (-: Much to my amusement, I found out during the credits that this is a Disney movie. Usually in animation and many fantasy movies, the characters keep the same costumes (plain as school uniforms or fanciful as a queen’s ball gown) for the entire film, but here, the three Mrs. characters kept changing clothes and makeup, and it really was fabulous.
My favorite costume change was when Mrs. Whatsit turned into a flying creature — bird-like in face, but like a giant kale leaf in body. Just amazing, and so pretty! Here’s another anime reference for you: Ghibli. The wind plays a major role in the visuals of this movie. And one more anime reference for you: Amano drew a children’s cartoon that featured characters that were vegetables. One of the grand dames of the cartoon was a Chinese cabbage, who rippled and flowed much like the avian Mrs. Whatsit. Even if you haven’t seen A Wrinkle in Time, I think you should check out this vid on YouTube of Amano’s Grand Cabbage. There isn’t a great shot of Madame Chou, but you can see her at 0:23, and get an idea of the flowing nature of the characters from the rest of the 1:37 video. How do people put these random ideas together to create something so beautiful? It makes me suspect that there really are such a thing as muses.
A Wrinkle in Time is a two-tissue-box movie. I was crying almost from the time when I sat down (I got to the movie just as a bullying scene was taking place), and then I kept choking back tears here and there in the movie. But it was a good kind of crying. Normally, I can’t stand crying in theaters. But I didn’t feel like I was being manipulated by cheap string-pulling. (-: I was probably manipulated by exquisite, subtle string-pulling of the expensive variety. Maybe there are still some issues leftover from when I was 12 that I need to work on, still.
There is a sweet romance between young Meg and Calvin which is somewhat mirrored by the secondary (but more developed romance) between Meg’s mother and father.
Definitely a movie for the big screen, and one you should see with writing friends. Don’t forget to have at least three tissues — I only had one left, and I exited the theater with wet tissue shreds down the front of my navy shirt.