That's the day we finally get to see The Croods. I am SUPER EXCITED. For the past few days, I've noticed my left leg bouncing involuntarily whenever I'm reading some new Coods news. You know what that means? I'M FIENDING. How about you? Are you exhibiting any signs of out-of-control anticipation? Don't be embarrassed. It's EXHILARATING to get this wrapped up in waiting for something. And we're just the audience! Can you imagine the electricity in the air at DreamWorks? The mood must be MANIC.
First off, they've got the corporate concerns. 'What are the opening weekend estimates?' 'How are the foreign markets looking?' 'Has the film leaked to the internet yet?'
Marketing has its own laundry list of worries. 'How is it tracking among young males aged 14-24?' 'What's the Tumblr buzz among tween-aged girls?' 'Have we locked down the coveted transgender senior citizen market yet?'
Then there are the creative uncertainties. Starting with Chris Sanders and Kirk DeMicco and fanning outwards in every possible direction, you've got the very basic, very real worries of 'Will folks go see it?' 'Will those folks like it?' and 'Is our movie really as good as we think it is?'
We've all sat through the closing credits of an animated feature while waiting for the not-so-secret bonus scene at the end. Try and imagine even HALF of those names as actual people fidgeting furiously in their ergonomic office chairs, gnawing on their fingernails and lower lips, anxiously awaiting the world's response to a film that they have devoted YEARS of their lives to. Hell, expecting mothers only carry their babies for nine months, and you know how precious and protective they are about them. Artists are even more tired, irritable and emotionally unstable. The Croods crew must be going NUTS!
Me? I'm just eager. And excited. And a little greedy. While I have zero financial stake in the final outcome (or income) of The Croods, I definitely have some...well, 'emotional investments' that I would like to see yield a return. I mean, I've spent the last thirteen months blogging about the film, anticipating the film and imagining the film. This has left me with some EXTREMELY heightened and self-centered expectations for the film. How extreme? Brace yourselves.
I'm hoping for an hour and a half of top quality cartoon comedy and adventure, complete with a handful of powerful emotional truths and one or two honest-to-God moments of personal revelation.
And that's not all!
I want to feel the adrenaline rush that you feel when a truly great movie ends, the one that forces you and your gal to run back into the lobby to buy two more tickets -- to the very next show -- so you can experience it all over again, a.s.a.p. I want to walk out of the theater unconsciously imitating Grug's lumbering slouch, Eep's effortless leaps and Sandy's feral snarl. I want to drive home with my head buzzing with new ideas, silly sight gags and endlessly repeatable one-liners. I want to be inspired by it. Affected by it. INFECTED by it. I want it to change my life forever and for the better.
I WARNED YOU that my expectations were a li'l extreme. But are they unreasonable? I'm not so sure.
After all, this is CHRIS SANDERS' NEW FILM. Chris Sanders is the whimsical wizard who created the capital-C Classic, Lilo & Stitch. The genial genius who left us in awe and awww with How To Train Your Dragon. And now he's got Kirk DeMicco sharing the director duties! The results should be TWICE as amazing, right?
Well, we'll know in one more day. Or twenty-four excruciatingly long and torturous hours, depending on your personal anticipation level and affinity for delayed gratification.
Me? I CANNOT WAIT.
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