In the sequel we are catching up with the trio in some sort of wildlife sanctuary in a valley lined with ice walls. Politics come on early with the mention of global warming leading to the impending melt and the ultimate collapse of the ice walls that hold back enormous amounts of water. So our friends and all the other animals embark on a trek to reach a boat (read giant log) at the far end of the valley in order to save them from the impending flood. Insert Biblical reference here.

As in the first movie, the antagonist here again is the weather. The secondary antagonist (keenly written in the first movie for the Sabre pride) has been reduced to a couple of characterless crocadilian-fish that seem to have a particular taste for migrating mammals. Decent concept, given the flood, but the movie gave them no teeth. I think this is the missing link to making this movie work. Too bad because overall its a pleasing way to spend an hour and a half. Mannies love interest subplot is ok. The concept of Ellie thinking that she is a possum and only realizing that she is in fact a mammoth after she stumbles across the place she was found by her possum mother and the subsequent flashback, makes you thinks that Mannys comment about Ellies …tree not going all the way to the top…, can be applied to the writers.

If nothing else Scrat is reason enough to go see this. He is no longer just an aside as in the first film as he actually gets into the plot here. Albeit, his role in the plot is an overly easy (and early) seque to the films resolution.

Kids will love it. Adults that liked the first one, will be dissapointed.

Dad is, of course, now on one of the terrorist watch lists, what with his having gone to a Quaker elementary school in Philadelphia, coupled with the fact that he still votes straight Democrat, and knows exactly what he’s doing. I have to fill out the absentee ballot for him because of his advanced macular degeneration, but he still signs his own name, and he still knows a Democrat from a fascist, having fought the bastards in WWII (as an artist making the plywood relief maps the pilots used).

David, I don’t know that Ogden Nash ever actually used “fucked it” in a poem, but he never hesitated to use a 4 letter anglo saxon word if it improved the rhyme; my favorite is the limerick about the Pelican which I will assume you all know. (Do you know the one about the difference between a mandarin waving his hat over his prostrate palanquin bearer, and a mandarin sitting on a block of ice??)

Pete, the entire POINT of rehab after knee replacement is to bend the knee as much as possible, as often as possible, which given the pain level is not as much as I’d like and less often than I’d like. But I now have 110 degrees of flexion in the new knee which all the physical terrorists tell me is excellent for where I am. I’m off the oxycontin but still taking something like 6 vicodin in 24 hours, which is one more than I recall from the last round. Do these things get worse as you get older, or do they just FEEL like they’re worse??

How are the knees doing? Are you bending them and stuff yet? Or are you doing the Frankenstein thing? Do let us know all the bits…

That’s it, just Yo, Hedera. Been wondering when you’d return. Anyone who can legitimately link “fucked it” to Ogden Nash is special.

From iMBD: A piece of Whoville/Grinchy “trivia”: After the Grinch’s “change of heart”, his pupils change from red to blue…

Hmmmm…

FANtastic post. Thank you!

-ice weasel, who drives a Prius
(which, by the way, did fantastic on its’ maiden snow journey this morning)

I think I should have been a historian. I love reading archival material, probably because it reminds me that better and worse days have come and gone.