Winnie the Pooh & US

Winnie the Pooh & US - Part II

This post is probably a little dated by now, as most of you have moved on to whatever opening is happening this week.

But last week, when Mr. Urban was away for an extra long business trip (weekends away count as 5 week days as far as I am concerned!!), the new Winnie the Pooh movie opened. And I am always grateful for little blessings.

Given our connection to Winnie, my girl and I had to go. I got our tickets on-line and got to the theater an hour earlier to beat the summer-blockbuster-rush. But we got there and the only crowds we had to worry about were the crickets... Trying to keep a toddler busy for an hour in an empty theater when she came to see her friend Winnie the Pooh, can take some work. But I won't digress. I will say, thank god for the Extra Large Popcorn.

Now, given this time of animation technology and 3D's and 4D's (where believe it or not they give you a scratch and sniff to use during the film), Winnie the Pooh promises So Much More. Especially if like me, you crave simpler beauties in life.

If you like lovable soft animals strolling around a good old fashioned forest with stone bridges, where you don't have to strain to see who's famous celebrity voice your are listening to, where characters fall onto the typeset of a classic book, if you like Silly and Cozy, and most of all Charming, then this movie is definitely for you. Oh, and for your child too.

Also, what a lovely way to break from the debt crisis and the war and All that is not right with the world. Here is something that is.

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