veering ever so slightly

The film Coraline is highly recommended, whether viewable in 3D or normal. The 3D probably detracts slightly from the marvellousness of the animation and makes it look more like computer-animation rather than modelled stop-motion. I don't think I've ever actually seen The Nightmare Before Christmas all the way through but shall be renting* it out shortly along with anything else involving Henry Selick. Almost nothing to fault it on (apart from the framerate of the little animated bits behind the end credits which looked a little gappy at times) and it even achieves the rare feat of making nasty little yappy dogs look cool rather than smelly, irritating and parasitic. As it doesn't lose anything by not being 3D it should be a good DVD to have a look at if it includes any sort of making-of explanatory stuff. Bits which stuck out as being particularly good were some of the feet-movements which looked almost rotoscoped in their naturalness and the sewing in the opening sequence which reminded me of Jan ?vankmajer's stuff.

It's unfortunate that only the big multiplexythings have 3D capability at the moment as it prevents things like this (shortly to include Pixar's Up, trailered before the film this evening) as they can get quite unpleasant on evenings at the weekend, particularly given the businesses usually crammed in nearby. Going to the Omnicentre rather than Fountainchavpark meant that there was less Friday-evening-town to walk through but even going via Calton Road and New Street rather than going up the Bridges meant that we passed at least five completely pissed people (including theIncredible Weaving Man pictured), though as each was alone their capacity for noise was dimished (though not completely removed in the case of the kilted bloke staggering down the Canongate like the antithesis of the Visit Scotland television adverts). They also have peculiar arrangements of seats (including an aisle exactly where the best seats should be) and are far more likely to feature annoyances such as a small child and a bellowing carer of some kind (torn between guessing either parent or grandparent) who exuded the potential for annoying noise with the various rustling sweet-packets they unpacked and the way the child started waggling its legs in a potentially seat-kicky way. From the seats we moved to we were able to see them leave half-way through, presumably when the small child found out that it was too small to watch without becoming too scared to continue watching.