Rocky · 24 January 2002
Like Caterina I’m experiencing a third bout of cold/flu since moving to a new germ pool, though this is by far the worst yet: fever and cold sweats and coughing up chunks of lung. The bottles and blister-packs of medication that Herself leaves on the bedside starting to crowd over the edge and lose any meaning of posology. I do like this cough syrup called Pectosan, though: very light and impish, like a Petite Syrah, but with a kick like a mule.
Anyway I was hacking (belching, sweating, farting) the afternoon away, failing at any form of reading, when it came to mind there’s this DVD of Chicken Run over there, and I could watch it in bed, on the PowerBook, which is equipped for such a thing.
Oh, Chicken Run is fantastic all right, funny and clever and just brilliantly designed. What I loved most about the Wallace and Gromit movies, however, looked to be missing from the new film until just at the end, when the animators’ unapologetic affection for machinery kicks in. The pie-making machine and the chicken-powered airplane are the best part of an otherwise hugely entertaining film. Could just be the Pectosan talking, though.
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