And for the most part that’s true…
The Lego Movie – much like the toy itself – has something for everyone and is far more absorbing than you ever thought it would be.
The basic notion is that the good guys want to be free to build whatever they want while the evil autocrats would prefer to stuck to the instructions… Literally at times.
The plot does rattle along and, for adults, any lulls are quickly filled by the charming and quirky detail.
I was especially fond of the Unikitty’s inability to stay positive, it almost mitigated the horror of pink girly Lego sets.
Boy Three who has been anticipating the Lego Movie with barely contained excitement claims he loved it, but he spent most of the 100 minutes sitting on my lap, clinging to my neck and sobbing about how scared he was. He is a bit of a feartie, but I suspect he won’t be the only frightened four year old at the pictures over the next few weeks.
We saw the 3D version which reminded me of two things – my nose isn’t big enough to wear two pairs of specs concurrently and there isn’t really any benefit to having the other D.
At one point I found myself wondering if I should ask my hairdresser to recreate Wyldstyle’s hair, minus the option to rotate the do, of course. I really think it could catch on, like the Rachel only better.
Hours later we were all singing the Everything Is Awesome song and wondering if we’d every new free of it yet now neither the Panther nor I can recall a single note of the tune.
The film manages that tricky balance of being wholesome yet still entertaining. Put it this way, when Boy Three’s big brothers demand to see it, I won’t mind going again.
Obviously the film will do Lego’s sales targets no harm at all, but I’d like to see them echoing it’s message about being creative with the bricks. Perhaps we can look forward to more ways of encouraging kids to play with the Lego they already gave rather than buying more.
We ended up at the fancy pants Leicester Square screening because I wrote this post and entered it into a Tots 100 competition.
We had our moment on the red carpet in front of dozens of photographers, none of whom bothered to point a lens at us. It was probably fair enough as we didn’t recognised many of the celebs bar a shamed comedian and a shouty chap off EastEnders. Later I learned we failed to notice Katie Price among others.