Disclaimer time: Turns out, I do happen to have a connection to the production, although it’s about 800 “degrees of separation” away. My husband works for ESPN, a subsidiary of the Walt Disney Company, which also owns Touchstone Studios, which contributed to the production (or was it distribution?) of “War Horse.”
Anyway, all you regular readers know I’d be all over this movie like chocolate-coated popcorn, no matter what.
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Late last week, I had the delightful good fortune to attend a special advance screening of “War Horse,” thanks to my above-mentioned connection. ESPN offered employees and family free tickets to a special advance screening.
FWIW, I have to pay attention to some ground rules.
Security at the theater
We were asked not to carry our smartphones or any recording device into the theater. Blue-jacketed dudes wanded us and glanced into handbags in case we forgot.
The dark-jacketed dudes were pleasant and serious, but informed us they’d be watching us watch the movies, except they’d be using night-vision goggles. I saw two guys each flanking the screen and facing out to the audience. I couldn’t tell if they wore NVs or not. I didn’t want to tear my eyes from the screen long enough to pay much attention to them.
That I not review the film before release has been requested, although all sorts of folks have been Twittering and Facebooking away with their comments.
Plus, I would like to point out that some movie reviewers have already posted their reviews, but I won’t. Not yet.
Tidbits I can share
I will tell you what I’ve Tweeted, Facebooked (weird what words have become verbs these days) and said to others in conversation:
That “War Horse” is as good as everything I’d heard.
The movie is rated PG-13, not G, for a reason. There’s no gore, but the loss portrayed can feel intense.
After the movie, I overheard a man outside the theater say, “It was the only horse movie I ever liked.”
I didn’t need my three – yup, three – packets of tissues, but I went in emotionally steeled and with some prior knowledge of the story thanks to having seen the play.
Spielberg kept some things but changed up a few, too. Sorry. Not blabbing.
I also read the book after seeing the movie. Nope. Still not blabbing.
Some gifts aren’t meant to be opened til Christmas.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop talking about “War Horse.”
Many people have told me they’re worried about their ability to deal with the emotional subject matter. How’s that for euphemistically saying, “They want to see the movie, but they’re worried about getting too upset.”
I thought of another way to address that issue – more “Sad Movie Survival Tips” – which will be in my next post in a few days.