Well, being quite the movie buff, I've been dying for the Babes in Arms sessions to start back up. (They were all on hiatus for the summer holidays.) And, yay, they're finally up and running again! This page will have the details of the local (to me) cinemas offering Babes in Arms sessions (check their websites for details of which movie) and short reviews of any movies I get to see with Max.
Babes in Arms sessions allow you to bring your baby into the theatre. Lights are usually left up for breastfeeding, and you're surrounded by other parents with grizzly babies so no one minds if your kid lets loose with a few cries (try that in any other session!).
http://www.palace.net.au/
Sessions
are on a Thursday morning, 11am.
Tickets are $14.00, or $9.50 for Movie Club members (plus one guest; membership
is $16.50 for one year).
Parking is available downstairs, or on the street (2 hour parking limit).
http://www.hoyts.com.au/
Sessions are on a Thursday morning, 11am.
Tickets are $8.50 (children under 5 free).
Unfortunately in hiatus for the time being, waiting for the renovations to be completed.
http://www.dendy.com.au/
Sessions are on a Tuesday morning.
Ummm, hard to say. Max has decided that sleep is for loser babies (and he is a winner!!!), so I spent much of the movie playing with an alert little baby, who is desperately trying to crawl.
Queen Latifah is fab though, and Eugene Levy was a standout. (Which means that I actually noticed them, even with Max demanding attention!)
Brutal, really really brutal. Felt like shielding Max's eyes on occasion, and was grateful that every now and then I could pretend to look at Max and not have to see what was happening on screen. Not bloody (a personal dislike of mine) but nasty. No sentimentality (which was a good thing, one doesn't need one's emotions manipulated), but it left you rather numb so at the end I was just shrugging my shoulders and saying "yeah, that'll happen". Which isn't a good thing to say about the Holocaust.
But an excellent movie, don't get me wrong. And Adrian Brody was magnificent. But my vote for Best Picture at the Oscars next week would be The Hours, but I wouldn't be unhappy if Chicago won.
Oooh, a very popular choice! Prams littering the aisles everywhere, and a constant cacophony of cries!
And an excellent movie. Wonderful acting (although that prosthetic nose was a bit overwhelming), great story. I've bought the book for my sister for her birthday, wonder if I'll have time to read it before I give it to her??
Hmmm, this was a bit of a nasty movie, left a bitter taste in the mouth. The humour involved poking fun at people whose failings seemed to be being normal (okay, gormless or white trash or stupid, but still normal people). No ray of sunshine, no silver lining, no heart. I've heard it described as misanthropic, and I'd have to agree with that. Some bits were good (the letters to Ndugu where Schmidt lets loose with his real feelings were amusing, and I liked Schmidt's wedding speech at the end) but on the whole, not a Nice movie.
And, I'm sorry, but Jack Nicholson acting is still Jack Nicholson acting, even if he does cry. I just couldn't see what all the fuss was about.
On the plus side, Max seems to be getting the hang of these movies. The quietest he's ever been!
Todd Haine's homage to the 1950's "women's movies". Gorgeously filmed melodrama. Missed occasional bits of dialogue due to fussing babies around me (hey, I can't complain, Max is usually the noisiest one there!). Julianne Moore is tipped for a Best Actress Oscar for this movie, I personally found her slightly artificial but I feel that was definitely in keeping with her character. (Which is probably more to say I found the character slightly grating than the acting.)
A great view of the hypocrises of 1950s American suburbia.
Oh, huge fun. Lots of colour and movement (Max was most amazed!) and great music. I was walking Max up the back of the cinema (it's the only way to settle him) and kept on walking in time to the beat. And humming the tunes to Max. A fabulous movie for Babes in Arms sessions, because the music'll drown out the screams of the little darlings.