Yes, it true...having a child gives you the excuse to watch cartoons and animated movies exclusively without seeming like a complete weirdo. I have always loved a good Tom and Jerry or Scooby Doo marathon and now I get to watch them long after Camille has drifted off to dreamland. So having qualified myself as quite the connoisseur, let me just tell you that you should strap up those sneakers and make tracks to your nearest Blockbuster (oh wait, this isn't 1998!)...umm, okay...drag yourself over to your computer and put Rango into your Netflix queue. You will thank me for it, I guarantee.
Picture this, a motley crew of lizards and rodents as the cast for Deadwood, sans profanity, of course. I am telling you, clever, clever, clever! Loved every minute of it after my narcolepsy wore off (it's true, I think it has to do with finally allowing your body to stop moving for a moment...goes into complete coma, shut down mode for a few minutes). And the music, don't even get me started. Thank you Mr. Hans Zimmer and all of the Misters that make up Los Lobos. Camille couldn't help but climb off the bed and do a twirl or two when the owl mariachi band came on the screen. That's right, OWL mariachi. Not to be confused with EL Mariachi which also happens to be one of my faves...the original, not remake. Timothy Olyphant, who played Seth Bullock in Deadwood, does a mean Clint Eastwood impression for his part as the Spirit of the West. So much so, that I had to watch the credits to confirm it was not the Dirty Harry himself.
I'm not a movie critic so I will stop right here but my personal opinion is that Rango can sit on the shelf right next to my copies of Magnificent Seven, 3:10 to Yuma and box set of Deadwood and hold its own.
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