Maybe I mumble.

I know words tumble round in my head and sometimes come out a bit gobbly-gooped but I thought, even though they didn't make sense, they were generally audible. But maybe not.

Maybe I didn't say my flight was at 9:25am outside my head quite as clearly as I was thinking it so you only heard the 9am part which is why you parked in the dropoff zone and not the proper parking and then had to move the car once you realised we actually had about 45 minutes left together before my flight (which was a good thing in my opinion and in this instance).

Maybe "World's Fastest Indian", when spoken, does sound enough like "Flightplan" to get you into the wrong theatre (which I thought was almost a bad thing, but I moved theatres and found out it was six of one / half a dozen of another - I know, I'm a little fish swimming upstream of public opinion but the World's Fastest Indian is actually the World's Slowest Movie)

And maybe, the same audio hiccup happens when saying "One Adult for Howl's Moving Castle: 9:20pm session, please. And a bottle of sparkling lemon. Please." and I end up in the most perfectly centred seat in Cinema 6 watching "Little Fish" instead. (which was okay before it even started because it's a movie I wanted to see and it gave me an "in" to blog about me mumbling)

I dunno.. it all sounds okay in my head but the outside world is thinking maybe I need new teeth or something.

It's a lesson in speaking clearly and of checking tickets for more than the Cinema number.

I did want to see Little Fish, but I had my heart set on Howl's Moving Castle tonight. The lights flickered and dimmed in the gorgeous new Rialto in Newmarket and I settled into my very generous and comfortable $15 seat to slowly realised I was in the wrong theatre for the second time in a month. Last time, I moved to the right cinema, this time I settled back and enjoyed the movie.

How great is Cate Blanchett? bloody great, that's how great. And Hugo Weaving, bloody awesome. And what about that whole threading the water theme through everything - starting with the sea, ending with the sea, the swimming pool in between, of treading water, of being apart, the idea of "jumping into love" and drowning in it, of being together, and that clear blue colour? the little fish.. the water.. even the shipping containers. And family. And love. And fuckeduppedness. Yeh, I agree, bloody marvellous.

And yes, that is the guy from 21 Jump Street.

This is about as good as movie reviews are going to get - let's recap:

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Whatsit: must see / see it / see it if you like good cinema / don't see it / not fussed (solid: MEH) / avoid like the plague

World's Fastest Indian: must see / see it / see it if you like good cinema / don't see it (I would have left half way through but I lost the will to live) / not fussed / avoid like the plague

King Kong: must see / see it / see it if you like good cinema / don't see it / not fussed / avoid like the plague

Chicken Little: must see / see it (it's fun AND short) / see it if you like good cinema / don't see it / not fussed / avoid like the plague

Little Fish: must see / see it / see it if you like good cinema / don't see it / not fussed / avoid like the plague