…was the name of a story I loved as a child. The king wanted to be the best by having two of everything till he learned that twice isn’t always better. I hate when twice isn’t better for movies. The first time is great, some element grabs me and I adore it. I watch it again later thinking that this will be wonderful. I am even excited. Only to have my spirits crushed with disappointment and the knowledge that I hate it now. Leaving me to ponder, "what was I thinking the first time?"
Yesterday I watched Howl’s Moving Castle for the second time. I was worried the above phenomenon would happen. I truly adored the story the first time. There was something fresh and freeing about the story. I was captivated by Sophie’s quest. I can very happily say I still love the movie. I look at it a little different, but that is to be expected I’ve had a year to grow from the person I was. It is an animation and has a fanciful fairy tale feel. If that isn’t you’re cup of tea, I’d suggest passing on this one. I do adore it and believe Howl’s Moving Castle is worth watching.
I tried to post a preview of the movie from youtube. It’s not here yet maybe it is just slow, or they have a system error, or more likely I made a mistake. Who knows it might be up tomorrow.
I think I got my love for fairy tales were from my Dad. I remember his copy of the Hobbit sitting on the coffee table and thinking it looked interesting and that when I was a big girl I would read it. I love my dad. He’s wonderful.