In case you’ve been living under a whoopee cushion somewhere, or found yourself in a 3-D-Hypno-Ring-induced trance, or simply don’t live with young kids who are totally into this sort of thing, we thought we should let you know…
This article was originally posted more than two years ago, on May 16, 2014 – as our family was just beginning to anticipate Steven Spielberg’s The BFG movie. Now that it’s finally out (and we’ve finally seen it), we’re back to tell you what we thought. Read the whole post below, or skip ahead to our update!
Did you hear the news that Steven Spielberg is slated to make a new movie adaptation of Roald Dahl’s children’s book The BFG? We did, and we are super excited about it.
The BFG is a delightfully adventurous story about a Big Friendly Giant with bad grammar and an interesting hobby of collecting dreams who befriends and adopts a little orphan girl. We read the book as a family several months ago, and we all loved it. Then we saw the whacked-out, old-school, basically-unwatchable-after-you’ve-been-spoiled-by-anything-from-Pixar 1989 cartoon version of the movie – and were collectively disappointed.
Well technically, you don’t actually die, but a version of you sure does. It’s that version of you that thinks heading out to the bars at 11:30 pm is a good idea. The you that sleeps until noon every single Saturday. And the you that’s never more than a dare away from hopping in the car for a last-second road trip to Vegas.
Do you remember that you? If your answer is “Barely, because I have kids now and that old me is long since dead and buried,” we hear you. But if your answer is “Of course I remember – I just did all that stuff last week,” then you, our childless friend, are exactly who we need to be talking to right now!
What if we told you there was a secret code you could crack that would instantly improve your child’s learning skills?
You’d be pretty interested, right?
Then what if we told you there was a 200-year-old treasure map hidden on the back of the Declaration of Independence, and that we had a foolproof plan to steal it and unravel all of our founding fathers’ greatest mysteries, and that we were Nicolas Cage?
Clearly you would tell us we were crazy.
Well the truth is, we’d be crazy no matter which fantastical story we told you.