I'm glad I don't have to deal with Blockbuster very often—what a bunch of blockheads! I posted recently about their ridiculous new policy (it's due! but not really! and there's no late fee! but there sort of is!), but I don't think I mentioned how every time I return a video (always within the "grace period," mind you), I end up getting a recorded message or a postcard a week or so later saying that I never returned it. So then I have to call the store and explain the situation to some stoned slacker who couldn't possibly care less about his job but who assures me that my account is clear.
But . . . we found ourselves for a couple of nights without a DVD from Netflix (we had watched a bunch in a row and didn't mail them back quickly enough, I guess), and I informed Andy that I had watched "The Pope of Greenwich Village" for the 10,000th and very last time with him (yes, we own it), so it was off to Blockbuster to pick up "Finding Neverland." I won't bore you with the details of my exchange with the staff there, but suffice it to say that I needed an extra large glass of Absolut Citron by the time I got home.
So. I loved the movie. It was sweet and beautiful, and touching without being maudlin. Oh, and in case you haven't been paying attention, I love Johnny Depp. He was wonderful in this. I thought his Scottish brogue* burr was right on the money, but you Scots can correct me if I'm wrong—I can claim to be an expert only on fake Boston accents.
*Is it OK to use the word brogue to describe a Scottish accent, or does it refer only to an Irish accent? Update: Thanks to Margie for teaching me that the Irish speak with a brogue, the Scottish with a burr!
Scots have a burr, I believe. My dad is Scottish and my grandpa had the burr. I do think that only Irish have a brogue.
Posted by: Margaret | March 26, 2005 at 06:53 PM