But I have every confidence that, were you to see the film (oh please, if there is a God!), Amy’s uncanny ability to bring out the best in all our hearts would have you melting into her metaphorical arms by the big costume ball scene.

And freshly minted images of Anton Chigurh do not help much.

I guess the question is: Which is the devil and which is the angel?

Sometimes with certain kinds of movies, if you get caught up in the spirit of the thing early on, you can forgive and forget just about any weakness. It sounds like for most people, Enchanted quickly won them over and they were happy to go along for the ride.

On the other hand, you can be a grump about it and let every little detail annoy you and keep you from getting swept away. I think that’s what happened with me.

As I said, seeing this within 30 minutes of watching No Country was probably a bad idea. Plus I was in a bad mood because it was Thanksgiving.

I’ll also admit, the parody aspects didn’t seem to amount to much more than a little wink to the adults in the audience.

But there were a few moments where I was reminded that this is still children’s genre fare. The film didn’t quite break out of its self-limiting shell. I also felt a bit jarred during transitional shots and scenes (from cartoon to real-life to special effects etc.).

Nevertheless, the acting of the three stars helped this one along quite a lot. Adams, Dempsey and Marsden got the tone just right. Whatever the film’s drawbacks as adult fare, its emotional essence was surprisingly mature. And when you look at Adams’ work, she really is excellent and wins you over. Hers really is a beautiful and skilled performance with surprising depth.

So I overlooked the flaws and had a good time, knowing pretty well along the way where the film would take me.

I’m trying to get sartre to go, but he’d probably pooh-pooh it anyway, and then I’d be in trouble.

And don’t worry about being complicit in getting me to see it :) Once the Oscar buzz kicked in for Amy Adams, I was doomed to check it out.

I have to admit I felt like a weirdo though sitting near the front by myself surrounded by a bunch of little girls and parents.

Anyway, sorry for being one of the people who convinced you to see this :-) I guess it helps having been a little girl, even if I was the strange kid who refused to wear pink and dreamed not of being a princess but of being a distracted professor instead. Or on occasion a female knight.

The big question is: what was I thinking? Frankly, I like Amy Adams and I wanted to check out the Oscar buzz for myself. I swear I went into it with an open mind and with the best hopes, but modest expectations. I knew about 15 minutes in that I was in trouble.

Oh well, it filled the time between No Country and American Gangster.

You can see the pitch for this one: It’s Princess Diaries meets Shrek meets Sex in the City. Shoot it!

If you had kids, I’d say “go forth in peace. Your kids will enjoy and you won’t be driven up a wall”. Otherwise? Don’t bother.

I’ll be curious to hear what Pierre has to say when he gets back. I am open to other opinions (and I have to be with a 90 something percent Tomato rating).