I'm knee-deep in Christmas again. We started working on our church's annual musical/drama and now we're getting to crunch time.
This year, it's a continuation from
last year's Victorian wonder which means some can be reused and some cannot. Costumes are well underway (and fabulous - a lady that moved to town is letting us use much of her vintage clothing collection, even down to some
authentic 1850s items!) We started building sets in earnest last week (We're putting a
SHIP on stage -
the builder has been getting jokes about the ark in his yard) even though we can't set up for a couple weeks.
And the director took me to see the new animated A Christmas Carol yesterday. She'd been to it earlier in the week and came out bouncing off the walls with ideas, characters, costumes, etc. So she wanted me to see it before I started painting sets.
It was research. She came out excited, she went back in to the theater excited and she came out even more excited. And what did I get out of it?
Motion sickness.In fairness, it is an amazing movie. The capture animation lived up to its billing and the attention to detail was stunning. The actors were amazing, perspective was used with elan and technically, it deserves just about every accolade you could give it.
Although I wouldn't put it high on the family-friendly rating - unless you regularly take your little angels to horror movies. It was technically just that good.
In fact, it was too good. There's a lot of flying through the air, falling down things, swooping over roof lines and generally getting tossed about. After the first sequence, my head started to spin and my stomach started rotating with it. I'm getting queasy just thinking about it.
Thank goodness we only saw it in 2D or I would have upchucked on the director's shoes.