Took our guests to see some of the lesser known sights if Bristol - instead they just got the brunt end of the drizzle that best characterizes the city. We dried off while eating leftover pizza, everyone then packed their bags and we each went our separate ways towards our Christmas destination. Louis, Rebecca and I drove down to Newbury and enjoyed the Christmas quiet before the storm - tomorrow is all about preparing for the Christmas Eve party. We haven't had one for a few years due to Covid, I hope we haven't forgotten all the steps.
The Christmas holidays wouldn't be complete without an alternative family movie so Del Toro's Pinocchio sounded like a good pick. It was ultimately a little disappointing however, it postured on having some interesting takes on death (the underworld initially was a unique spin) but it never coalesced into anything meaningful. It was a remarkably long film yet it still felt like characters learnt their life lessons all too quickly. Unlike the wooden boy, nothing felt organic, be it the unremarkable songs or the iffy pacing in the second half, it just never quite landed the tone it's subject matter commanded.
But it did make fun of fascists - always points for that.
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