Such is the ambition of my Monday. We viewed Shark vs. Eagle last night and I was left uncomfortable. The scars of seeing Speed Racer and Iron Man in the same week are espoecially tender and I shan't ponder the implications of either nor the terrible sum together.
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Wait - tell us of the phantasmagoria that is "Speed Racer". Like "Battle of the Planets" the old "Speed" was a childhood pleasure that I only infrequently was able to catch. But, given the technical limitations of mass Japanese animation at the time, it always struck me as much like a comic strip put on the small screen as anything else. The static action images leaving so much of the action to the imagination of the viewer. No chance of sensory overload and seizures there. I had hopes for the movie, not least because it had my favorite sexualized bobble-head, Christina Ricci as the early fantasy of Trixie.
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