Ponyo Ponyo
As we approach the counter to buy the movie tickets, I could hear "ponyo, ponyo ponyo" at the background. Was it from the trailer screen? nope, its the ticketing staff mumbling to herself.
That was probably the only reason I want to watch the movie. the brainwashing, mesmerising Ponyo song.
The first question I asked my boyfriend when the film started: " Do you think I will understand this film?" My instinct serves me right. The entire movie feels like a extended trip to the underwater world. Most of the time, you find yourself admiring the beautiful artworks of Hayao Miyazaki, not because you want to but you have to find ways to make that ticket price worth while somehow.
I also get irritated by little girls (or old girls, I dunno, it dark in there) giggling here and there when ponyo does the "cute thing" like falling asleep, sqirting water, etc. Although those girls become increasingly irritating as the movie goes on, I can totally empathise with them, because I am also trying hard to disillusion myself that I wasn't cheated by that cutesy song and that my 7 dollars had brought me some giggly time.
Personally, I dislike movies that waste 1 hour plus of my time on a really simple story. If you ask me popcorn or movie, I say movie. Because I wanna save all my popcorn till the end of the show and throw it on the screen before I stomp away from that underwater world unsatisfied.