Current work: nonfic; MH duo book 2
Listening to: Kathryn Williams
Reading: Next on TBR pile
We made it to the cinema yesterday. The Fox and the Child. The cinematography was wonderful - but if I'd known about a certain scene, I would've refused to see it.
My big issue with the film was that a 10-year-old girl would have been allowed to wander all day in the forest on her own - said forest being populated by lynx, wolves and big brown bears, not to mention the treacherous ravine and caves and potholes and... I'm sorry. While I thought the scenery was beautiful (and I particularly liked the filming of the fox cubs and the spider spinning a web), I couldn't get past that. Son was very vocal on the same subject after the film - and thought the same as I did about the awful scene (which upset Madam terribly).
Spoiler alert (i.e. if you want to read this you'll need to highlight it with the mouse):
basically, I believe that a child who grows up with a family dog would recognise the cries of distress uttered by said fox when she shut it in her bedroom. (And, as son said, why was she stupid enough to shut a wild animal into a room anyway?) The fox jumped through the (upstairs) window. She thought it was dead and carried it back to the den - now, WHY didn't she call her parents and/or a vet? Why didn't her parents hear the smashing glass and come to see what was going on? And then the vixen came back to life and didn't even have a fracture, and the lacerations from jumping through the window were healed. Not believable. And because you saw the fox jump through the glass... WAY too upsetting. End of spoiler.
Anyway. Lunch out, after that, and I have promised a baking session today. It's meant to rain all week except Thursday; you can guess which day the loss assessor is coming back...