Tuesday I saw the Dreamworks animated feature How to Train Your Dragon, in IMAX 3D, no less. This is quite an expensive proposition, at $16 for the matinee. It's cheaper to get into the door at the symphony or the opera. Fortunately I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. It's a real kids movie, refreshingly free of ironic jokes for adults. It also thankfully lacks smart-alecky talking animals. Our hero's pet dragon instead has an unmistakable resemblance to the mischievous Stitch from Disney's Lilo & Stitch. Best of all, the movie has refrigerator-sized vikings with Scotts accents, though these vikings have replaced raping & pillaging with hunting dragons. My favorite joke was the father-son matching pair of cone-shaped viking helmets, made from the mother's breast plate. No one dies in the movie, but I was struck by an ending that reveals our hero permanently maimed. The crowd scenes always included heavy women in horned helmets & armor, but none of them sang.The coming attractions included a trailer for a sequel to Tron. Very odd.
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