Last weekend Hunter & I eschewed 3D movie theatre surreality to stick with our favorite reality: Laptop movie marathons in bed. In my wine haze I agreed to a subtitled, taxidermied 80s adaptation of Alice in Wonderland called Něco z Alenky.
It was great looking but creepy as hell.
Except for Alice (and actually, sometimes Alice) everything was toys. Stuffed rabbits, marionettes, china dolls, building blocks. The white rabbit ate sawdust and he was so teethgnashy scary; this is definitely a nightmarish take on the tale.
WHY does this look always appeal to my interests so intensely? Will I ever outgrow a love for a kneesock and a maryjane??? Shouldn't I be over this by now??? (Please don't answer that.)
This was my favorite part:after she creates an ocean of her tears, a rat takes refuge on the island of her head. She lets him stay until he hacks off part of her hair and starts a campfire to heat up some hobo beans ("That's just rude, thought Alice").
I only made it about three quarters through before I was like OK, BASTA... I couldn't take the dreary weirdness any longer, although I do adore a pink pinafore and a fringe, obvs.
In conclusion: When I am old I will have a room in my house that will be scaled to make you feel like Alice after she eats from the side that makes you grow LARRRRRGERRRRRRR. (Pls see above for refernce) And I will still be wearing knee socks.