Have you seen ‘The Last Mimzy’?
Based on the acclaimed sci-fi short story by Lewis Padgett, The Last Mimzy tells the story of two children who discover a mysterious box that contains some strange devices they think are toys. As the children play with these “toys,” they begin to display higher and higher intelligence levels. Their teacher tells their parents that they seem to have grown beyond genius. Their parents, too, realize something extraordinary is happening. Emma, the younger of the two, tells her confused mother that one of the toys, a beat-up stuffed toy rabbit, is named Mimzy and that “she teaches me things.”
As Emma’s mom becomes increasingly concerned, a blackout shuts down the city and the government traces the source of the power surge to Emma’s family’s house. Things quickly spin wildly out of their control. The children are focused on these strange objects, Mimzy, and the important mission on which they seem to have been sent. When the little girl says that Mimzy contains a most serious message from the future, a scientific scan shows that Mimzy is part extremely high level electronic, and part organic! Everyone realizes that they are involved in something incredible…but exactly what?
Have you ever looked through the looking glass, just like Alice?
August 27th, 2007 at 11:49 pm
“Dear dear! How queer everything is today! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night. Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost remember feeling a little different.” ~Alice
This follows my signature on all my email corrospondance
I make it a personal challange to gaze through the looking glass each day.
The Last Mimzy stands on the video store shelf mascarading as a childrens film. It’s not. At first in the store,I passed it. Then I felt compelled to backtrack, the image from the cover staying in my mind making me unable to focus on the videos in front of me. In the end it came home with me. I remember half way though the movie I was knocked -out by how good it was. I was having such a good time, I got the giggles.
In the end, I was filled with appreciation that there are many, including the filmakers, who are out there thinking such “big thoughts” and creating entertainment such as The Last Mimzy.
Imagine the new ideas and rockets of desire launched in the hearts of the young ones watching it! We need this new generation to be thinking “big thoughts” and to question and to follow their hearts, and stand up to make the difference. Noah and Emma set a great example.
I could talk about this movie all day, but I’ll spoil it for you, so I’ll just say…BRILLIANT!
August 28th, 2007 at 12:19 am
More telepathictea?
Plum-cake?
I didn’t know about your email correspondence signature … and I reference Alice often!
I make it a personal challenge to feel a little different each day.
Create new avenues of reality that way.
Alice laughed, “There’s no use trying,” she said, “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Got to love practicing!
Appreciating “Big Thoughts”.
“to question and to follow their hearts, and stand up to make the difference.”
YES!
What a Recipe for Connection.
I support all that stirs childrens, and adults, imaginations and stimulates thought to a new different level.
“You don’t know how to manage Looking-glass cakes,” the Unicorn remarked. “Hand it round first, and cut it afterwards.”
August 28th, 2007 at 1:01 am
So delicious
August 29th, 2007 at 9:46 am
We will be having a Mad Hatters Tea Party today when the sun is at half past the tea pot.
You Are Invited.
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you’re at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a teatray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle—
August 31st, 2007 at 1:52 am
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t.
And contrariwise…. What it would be, it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be it would. You see?
Why in my world, you wouldn’t say meow, you’d say…” Yes Miss Alice”. Oh, but you would! You’d be just like people Dinah!
Because my world would be a wonderland.
August 31st, 2007 at 1:57 am
Btw, recited that one from memory.
Now what was the one she recites for the queen and the queen says she has it all wrong?…Started out…How doth the busy bee something something or butterfly something something….**GIGGLES**
I’m having such a good time.
August 31st, 2007 at 2:23 pm
I C! Your memory is a box of delights
Wonderfull.
Are you thinking of …
After Alice had fallen down the rabbit-hole and had passed through her first transformation, when she shut down like a telescope until she was only ten inches high and then grew bigger and bigger until ‘her head struck the roof of the hall’, she became confused as to her identity. To make sure of it, she tried to repeat a little poem which everybody in those first days of the Lewis Carroll book being out knew by heart, and to such children it was very funny when it came out all wrong and she says,
How Doth The Little Crocodile
Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!
when she thought she was repeating that moral poem by Isaac Watts,
Against Idleness And Mischief
Isaac Watts
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthy play,
Let my first years be passed
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
Again, in her conversation with the Caterpillar, Alice told him that being so many different sizes in a day was very confusing, as he would find when he changed into a chrysalis and then into a butterfly. She confessed that she could not remember things and told her experience with ‘How doth the little busy bee’. The Caterpillar, wishing to test the matter, ordered her to say, ‘You are old, Father William’.
*not recited from memory!*
Jane
Be-ing my Wonderland