We attended a prescreening of Disney’s new Pixar film Brave last week before it was officially released to the public.
I rarely do movie reviews here, but something about that curly, red-headed princess makes me want to say some things. So I think a Dumb Mom review of Brave is in order.
Plus, I’ve actually gotten lots of questions about it. So consider this my public service announcement for the year month.
5 Things You Need to Know About Brave the Movie and the Awesome Princess Who Makes it Rock
1. Curly girls rock. I mean, clearly I’ve known this for years, but I’d like to thank Disney for finally getting on that bandwagon. I don’t have a daughter to empower with this film, but I feel a teeny bit empowered myself. And, watching Merida-whose-name-I-had-to-Google-because-I-couldn’t-figure-out-how-to-spell-it-for-the-life-of-me rock her horse, and her bow, and her kingdom with her huge mop of flaming red curls flying around her made me want to high five myself a little for finally realizing that being a curly girl is pretty fan-freakin-tastic. I can’t help but thinking that, had I had a big haired princess to dress up as in my youth, maybe I wouldn’t have spent so many years of my life lamenting the fact that my hair wasn’t just a little bit smaller and a whole lot less unique. Hopefully there’s a big-haired curly girl somewhere who sees this movie and thinks hells yeah, that’s me! Or something.
2. It is scary. My kids are tough inside. Just like they are outside. They aren’t afraid of bears (maybe because we actually had a couple of real life ones in our hood last week?!), or ghosts, or war, or any of that. They know bears don’t attack people (we had to have an in-depth-don’t-freak training session to address the presence of our hood bear), they think they know that ghosts aren’t real, they play war every single day of their lives, and they know that what they see in movies, particularly animated ones, isn’t going to make it’s way into their bedrooms via their closets. So yeah, Brave wasn’t scary to them at all. Mostly they laughed and cheered and laughed some more. But, probably my kids are abnormally desensitized to blood and guts and I realize that some kids will undoubtedly be frightened by the scary images. If you are the mama or papa to a more sensitive child, probably this film isn’t for your little person. The film is rated PG to encourage parental guidance. So, use some if you think your kid is gonna freak at a mangy, oversized snarling bear that rips people’s legs off (and yes, this does happen).
3. There’s a little booty. Because everyone knows what guys wear under those kilts: nothing.
4. It’s supernatural. Even more so than I realized before we went. If that’s not your bag, don’t go. If a little witchcraft and wizardry ain’t no thang but a chicken wang is ok as far as you’re concerned, then by all means, watch it, and prepare to be amazed-ish.
5. It’s a good movie. Sure, I could critique the, um, something, but the overall message (that bucking tradition and being your own person takes guts that we all should aim to have), the dynamic between the mother and the daughter, the comedic relief Pixar is notorious for, the novelty of their adorable accents, the three little brothers that reminded me of The Dudes, and the HAIR is winning in my book. Plus, I just loved that Merida was her own chick in the film, no outdated traditions, no scrunchies, and no lame prince was able to hold her down; that’s the kind of girl power a person can get behind. Totally.
Need me to give it a score? Fine, we’re gonna go with spirit fingers; all ten up and waving happily for Brave!