SDG here. No, I’m not taking a break from my Petrine Fact series, but I won’t be able to finish another installment until next week, so a couple of things I’ve been meaning to blog for awhile.

Here is how Roger Ebert started his review of Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs:
Let me search my memory. I think — no, I’m positive — this is the first movie I’ve seen where the hero dangles above a chasm lined with razor-sharp peanut brittle while holding onto a red licorice rope held by his girlfriend, who has a peanut allergy, so that when she gets cut by some brittle and goes into anaphylactic shock and her body swells up, she refuses to let go, and so the hero bites through the licorice to save her. You don’t see that every day.
And here’s how I started my review. Note especially the third paragraph:
What’s the last family film you can think of that name-checked Nikola Tesla and Alexander Graham Bell?
When in movie history has the girl ever revealed her true self and become more attractive to the hero by putting on spectacles and pulling back her hair?
And, let’s face it, when’s the last time any of us has seen a former child star wearing a giant roasted chicken battling comestible defense mechanisms while a peanut-allergic weather girl lowers the hero via licorice rappelling rope into a shaft of razor-sharp peanut brittle where the slightest scratch could prove deadly to her?
I just have to say: I love it that not only did we make essentially the same observation about so many of the same elements in our openings, we both used the same phrase “razor-sharp peanut brittle.”
That said, clearly I liked Cloudy better than Ebert (of course, Ebert hates 3‑D, which might have something to do with it), and I think the enjoyment of the film shows in my review, which was fun to write.
Gratifyingly, it looks like a lot of families are sharing the Cloudy love: Not only did it open at #1 a couple of weeks agao, it stayed in the top spot last weekend, sliding less than 20 percent (which is amazing). It’s depressing enough that G-Force, G. I. Joe and Transformers did so well without having families overlook a fun family flick like Cloudy that actually has heart and wit. (Don’t even get me started on Ponyo.)
If you only saw the trailers, Cloudy is a lot better than you think. Trust me.
Oh, and Ebert and I agree on The Informant — a deceptively amusing film for grown-ups.

