The Times They Are A-Changin’

When Bob Dylan wrote that song 61 years ago, it was about far nobler causes than a 32-year old woman going through a third-life crisis (what can I say, I’m ambitious!) And yet, this weekend, it’s the song that’s felt most apt. That line most especially. Right now, I can feel myself in a transitional period. Things are shifting, reshaping and, well, A-Changin. There’s been growing pains, waves of panic and uncertainty that have threatened to sweep me under. In all honesty, I’ve spent the bulk of the year so far trying to keep my head from going under.

This week I took to the ground, retreating into my bed fort as I regrouped. Growth needs rest after all, it’s an exhausting beast. Now, I feel on the precipice of something – a positive one, not a Nietzscheistic one.

As previously discussed ad nauseuam here, Sunday evenings are vile voids that must be endured.

Yet, maybe idealistically, this one feels different to the last.

After spending too long compelling the great scriptwriters in the sky to give me some plot, I’ve got an abundance of it coming this week. 2 first dates (thanks Breeze), a Speed Hating event, a Lock and Key event and a preliminary job interview. Never let it be said that Charlotte Louise Harrison ever sits still and lets the waters drown her. Ironic really considering I don’t actually know how to swim, but let’s let that analogy lie for storytelling purposes.. Somehow I’ve found my schedule full, potentially at the best time. When all hope seems lost, why not survey the hypermarket of choices and possibilities.

I’ve felt for the last few weeks that my life is changing, and I feel within myself that this coming week will be the crescendo of that feeling. Now, that’s not to say that’s because I foresee meeting the love of my life this week. Because, I strongly suspect he’s not going to be knocking around Lock & Key events in central London on a Saturday night. If I do meet him there then, A) You’ll be the first to know and B) It will undoubtedly be the first thing I say in our wedding speech, and the entire wedding will be themed around locks and keys. He’ll forever be saved in my phone as Mr Key.

What I mean to say is, and this is potentially a very optimistic reading of upcoming events, I can see myself being tested this week, putting into action all the growth and work I’ve been undertaking. After spending some time in my cocoon, doing whatever sheltering caterpillars do, this week I really want to Butterfly.

As the last few months have shown, both personally and professionally, it’s impossible to predict or anticipate what’s around the corner. For the majority of my life, I’ve channelled so much energy – too much energy – into foreseeing all possible events and being prepared for all manner of eventualities. At times, I’ve been so focused on protecting myself from the uncertainty that’s coming that I’ve missed out on truly appreciating what’s happening here and now.

Tonight, as I reflect on all that has happened and all that awaits, the waves are still there. But maybe I should alter my approach. Whilst the shore and stability, no matter how temporaneous, feels out of reach; maybe it’s time to hop on an inflatable and ride out the wave in style.

The Garfield Movie

‘I apologize in advance.’

Since his first print debut in 1976, Garfield has had 3 feature films. Two of them were not particularly good, but at least they featured Bill Murray as Garfield and therefore accurately captured the jaded ennui of the beloved ginger cat. This film is not very good – in fact it is very, very bad – and stars Chris Pratt as Garfield. He is woefully miscast in the role, essentially playing a variant of himself – a Pratt in cat’s clothing. After last year’s The Super Mario Bros. Movie, it’s hard not to wonder how and why he keeps being given these roles. It’s not the case that he’s ill-suited to animation, The Lego Movie films more than prove that he’s got the chops and voice for it. Simply put,. he is not Garfield. As Andy Dwyer in Parks & Recreation, he came to sort of close-ish to it. But just because he talks about hating Mondays (because bad things happen to him on Mondays – a hugely inaccurate interpretation of Garfield mythology) and eats lots of food, that does not make Garfield. There’s a lot of dog energy about Pratt’s take on the role, pitching Garfield as lazy rather than existentially weary.

It’s not helped by the fact the entire plot of the film is so far removed from a Garfield story that it makes the whole enterprise feel like an IP swindle to get bums on seats. The story is a crime caper, with Garfield barely in the house with minimal interactions with Jon (Nicholas Hoult) and with Odie (a huge waste of Harvey Guillén) simply in reacting sidekick mode. Instead the focus is on Garfield’s dynamics with his father, Vic (Samuel L. Jackson – who spends the entire film seemingly try to hide the fact it’s Samuel L. Jackson with some *interesting* vocal choices). Garfield breaks the fourth wall to give us a prologue, his back story of how he was abandoned by his father and adopted by Jon. There is so much product placement within this single sequence alone that it is unseemly.

Unsurprisingly, Vic returns to Garfield’s life several years later, when our story ‘starts’ (if, it ever does in fact ‘start’). Their reunion is triggered by some incredibly contrived and convoluted scheming by antagonist Jinx (Hannah Waddingham – I’m not angry about the poor quality of the material she’s given her, just disappointed) involving stealing lots of milk. Somehow a Bull called Otto (Ving Rhames) gets involved because he wants to be reunited with his beloved. Garfield must work through his trauma and with his father to save the day, on hand to deliver the dry and pithy comments we would expect from him.

Except the dialogue has no pith, or wit, or warmth and the only reason it could be described as dry is because it is so lacking at evoking a single spark of joy or laughter. Tumbleweeds could have rolled through the cinema screen, such was the shortage of laughs at the multimedia family screening. Never have so few laughs been emitted at a multimedia family screening, thus inadvertently disproving the myth that kids will find anything funny.

The film also makes the fatal flaw of trying to be funny and knowing to adults by making those aggravating kind of jokes that are designed to go over kids heads – which is both patronising to adults and condescending to younger audience members. There’s jokes about fast food delivery apps, dating apps, hipsters, phonelines and anxiety – none of these land. The moment that really epitomised how tonally wrong and poorly conceived the entire film had been was a reunion and implied love scene soundtracked by Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On’. Words cannot define how baffling and ill-judged this sequence is, raising three key questions – ‘Who is this film for?’, ‘What on Earth has it got to do with Garfield?’ and ‘How can 101 minutes feel like 3 hours?!?’

A total misfire that’s even worse than you might think.

[1/5 stars]

The Garfield Movie is in UK cinemas from Friday 24th May.