Rango: peculiarly funny

Dad and I decided to go see Rango on the day when the hordes were off for HP. We hit the dollar theater at 1 pm, and part of the humor of the film I think was hearing Dad and me laughing hard in the almost empty theater. It seems not another soul made a squeak.

The film was pretty amazing visually - and I highly enjoyed all the western themes that were alluded to. Perhaps that is what made it so funny for me was that I have seen a fair amount of westerns and so the cliches that I love and the characters that are so recognizable were just a delight to watch in this creative fashion. Everything was there for the story to be complete in terms of the Hero's journey. The wise old latin armadillo, the tests and allies and reluctance to the call. The threshold and the belly of the beast were there

to. It worked according to the formula and that made it all the more enjoyable for me. The music and the great montage scenes were very fun and I just never got sick of the innovative humor.

The one thing that drove me nuts the whole time was Rango's neck. I looks broken I just kept wanting to snap it back in place. He is a lizard, it is true - but Kassie I don't think you would like this even though there aren't really any talking mice (that speak to humans).

This was a lot of fun, and I am glad I went with Dad for it. However, I won't suggest it for too young of kids. I was surprised by some of the language and the innuendo. It is not a super scandalous film or anything - but it just might not be for your kids at this time in their development.

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