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Oh Bother, I love Winnie The Pooh.
by stevenew,posted Jul 20 2011 2:41PM
Call me a wimp but Pooh bear has always been special to me since I was a kid. So I find it very refreshing ion the movie world with the Hangover 2, Friends With benefits, Transformers, andÂ Harry Potter, Â I would skip me all to go see Disneyâ€™s new â€śWinnie the Poohâ€ťMovie.Â Â Yes, really, will anybody else be in the Movie with me. Just the commercial is great I saw on TV last night. The commercial begins with all the characters youâ€™ve known your entire life happily marching along, a floating red balloon drifting up into the air over a bed of British pop band Keaneâ€™s heartbreaking piano-ballad â€śSomewhere Only We Know.â€ť
Â Then Pooh announces, â€śWe have a very important thing to do.â€ť Clearly, that important thing involves disarming adults and rendering them powerless to the charms of a cartoon character they might have forgotten they loved. I do wonder how the old-fashioned â€śWinnie the Poohâ€ť could survive this toilet tongue world we live in. I know you wonâ€™t hear a fart like in the too-grown-up-too-fast tone of the â€śShrekâ€ť franchise. More than any other series aimed at the family audience in the past 10 years, â€śShrekâ€ť and its endless imitators have helped turn childrenâ€™s cinema into a litter box of visually frenzied animation and bad attitude starring digital chipmunks, a smart-aleck Russell Brand-voiced Easter Bunny, penguins that defecate all over Jim Carrey, guinea pigs who are also international spies and another bear named Yogi who found himself updated via digital 3-D, inserted into a live-action setting and forced to dance to â€śBaby Got Back.â€ť Thanks for letting me vent. So not a person alive should call me wimpy for loving soft-spoken Pooh and his friends. And NO itâ€™s not in 3-D. And donâ€™t think that the new â€śWinnie the Poohâ€ť is just for 4-year-old kids obviously, the young kids will love it but itâ€™s the household decision makers who are being courted and wooed here. Disney wants to reach out to the child inside the grown-ups who must drive the kids to the theater, hoping that those grown-ups will transfer their lifelong affection for The Hundred Acre Wood to a new generation. Thatâ€™s why that Music is also important in the movie. The Keane song is so prominently placed, its lyric â€śOh simple thing where have you gone?â€ť given prime space in the trailer. Itâ€™s meant to beckon 40-year-olds to give 70 minutes to the memory of a time when mortgages and health insurance werenâ€™t even looming on the need-to-know vocabulary list. In this relaunched â€śWinnie the Pooh,â€ť the biggest concern is finding Eeyoreâ€™s lost tail. And itâ€™s not just me. On YouTube, where the movieâ€™s full-length trailer has more than a million hits, the usual inflammatory and profane comments section has turned into a confessional, with â€śWHY AM I WEEPING OVER THIS THING? Iâ€™M AN ADULT!â€ť dominating the discussion.â€ť
This scenario also gives Disney a chance to retro-brand their product after years of dilution and ill-considered attempts. (Biggest mistake: Tigger re-enacting the famous Marilyn Monroe up-blown skirt moment in 2000â€™s â€śThe Tigger Movie.â€ť) The manic energy of everything else around â€” including recent Disney efforts like â€śTangledâ€ť â€” just isnâ€™t a good fit for the animals in the Hundred Acre Wood, and the hand-drawn, 2-D style is a welcome signal that vintage Pooh is back. Purists can breathe a little more easily. The film is opening on the same day as â€śHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2,â€ť hoping to siphon off parents of the very young for whom the Potter saga is too adult and intense. Itâ€™s fitting, in a way, for a project that seems determined not to participate in modernity on any level besides employing the services of a weepy Britpop hit. Itâ€™s classic counter-programming, on the weekend when the J.K. Rowling earthquake rolls across the entire country, for there to be another option, one thatâ€™s sweet, quiet and kind instead of epic, violent and loud. Little kids will enjoy it all, while parents, when not checking their cell phones, will be thankful for the thoughtfully brief running time. Oh Botha.