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The recent review published in this space by guest reviewer, Eric Schwister, offered a fine synopsis of the movie, and I don’t know if I could really add much more to it, but for the sake of going through the motions, here are some of my thoughts:
This is a story that provides a a fun alternative for kids to learn about history and a little science. And the adults can have some laughs with some funnies and innuendos that go right over the kids’ heads. Mr. Peabody is the parent we all aspire to be — thoughtful, caring, sensitive to his child’s needs, and yet, there is that discomfort of knowing that we might already be a lot more like him than we’d like to admit– at least in the area of shielding our children from life’s ills and pitfalls.
All things considered, this is a well-made heart-warmingly fun family film. Time-travel was never more fun since the Back to the Future series, and thanks to Mr. Peabody we now have an intriguing new way to tell someone we love them too. You need only say, “I have a deep regard for you as well.”
In the pool.
A 1000-piece puzzle on a friend’s coffee table.
Her Voice by Oscar Wilde
THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,–
It shall be, I said, for eternity
‘Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done,
Love’s web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.
Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,–
Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.
Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay,
And so we may.
And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,–you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
Gourmet is for every day !
