polar express
After two of HY's friends recommended us seeing Polar Express at IMAX, we decided to buy tickets to the 3D cinema as well. Gees, when was the last time I went to a 3D cinema? Probably it was one of those educational trips suggested by Mum when we were kids, so that me and my brother could learn through play. Anyways, the film would be a bit crap without wearing your futuristic-looking glasses, which made everyone look like flies. The special effects were no doubt very impressive, especially when the train went downhill deliberately aiming to make you feel dizzy. I also felt a bit dizzy after eating too much of HY's sweet toffee popcorn. Yet don't expect too much about the story; unless you have a kid and want to teach him/her to lie. One scene where a miniature Diana Ross sang a duet with another shy boy about the importance of believing in Santa and Christmas was especially corny, however, I admit that I could have been galvanised by the scene to buy a lot of Christmas pressies if it weren't for January. The story hasn't ended. On Monday I got this vicious flu, and am now coughing like no tomorrow. This, I blame it on the children, spreading the germs around in IMAX.