There Is No Life I Know
To compare with pure imagination. Imagine my surprise when I learned–just this evening–that my husband does not like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Had I known this ahead of time, we would have had to undergo premarital counseling for this one issue alone. He thinks the movie is “annoying” and “unoriginal”. He laughed at me as I sung along, because, of course, I know all the words. When I tried to point out the movie’s many literary references he remained unimpressed. That’s okay. I’ve got a Golden Ticket, and I won’t be sharing it with him. Ha!
January 5th, 2003 at 8:23 pm
Technicolor?! Yuck! The songs are stupid (and not in the cool, teenagey way!) I can’t stand to have that movie on. I liked it when I was little, but –come on– I can think of about a million movies that are a lot better than this crap.
You want to know the best part? The end credits ‘cuz that means it over!
You want to know the worst part? Everything else!