We watched Big Fish last night, and all I have to say is "huh?" It was OK, but not this fantastic tour-de-force whatever that people claimed it was back when it came out earlier this year. First of all, my dislike of Ewan McGregor seems to be solidifying into an impetrable fortress of hate. Those big white teeth! His big head! His mole-covered face! It's so disgusting. And I don't really think he's that great of an actor. I never believe him in his roles -- he's always big, moley-headed Ewan.

Anyway, regardless of that, the whole thing was just dumb. The son was one-dimensional, the father was one-dimensional, and the women were without any dimensions at all, like points on a plane. Why was Ewan in love with Alison Lohman? I have no idea; they never even had a conversation.

I think people liked this movie because it had lots of colors. It was a very pretty picture, I guess, especially if you can like Siamese twins, carnivals, and giants, which I don't. In fact, this is the second movie I've seen lately with Siamese twins (the other was The City of Lost Children), and, frankly, that was two too many. Siamese twins really gross me out. I think movies featuring Siamese twins should come with a warning label so people like me can avoid them. It could be a cool little icon, like a set of shoulders with two heads or something.

  ¶ 8:52 PM