I totally believe in fairies. In fact, I like to call myself a fairytarian. I tirelessly campaign for the fairy’s tiny, sparkly little rights. Not to mention their safety and longevity. Everytime you unFollow a blog, a fairy dies, remember? I’ve also been known to provide local fairies with gainful employment.
But don’t hold that against me.
Whatever. As a kid, I was that type of little girl who was convinced that not only did fairies exist, but if I could just find one, we would be the best of friends. (Yeah, I was kind of a lonely kid, OK?)
Remember, I mentioned I saw this one at the movies, waaaay back when, with Brenda? Well, the cinema run is finished, but the DVD is available to own on September 15th. Not that I need to buy one, because *ahem* Tinkerbell herself sent me a free copy to review. True. Kinda. Scroll on down, she may have even left a copy for you!
I also took my mate Auntie Mickey to the movies with me. Because she is my blog groupie and likes free stuff. And she loves Tinks. She even managed to fill Brenda and I in on all the different fairies, their names and what they do. For the record, my favorite is Rosetta, the garden fairy with the Deep South accent who “doesn’t do mud”. Priceless.
While we’re on the topic, even as an airy fairy little kid, I wasn’t into Tinkerbell. Let’s face it, in the Peter Pan movie she was down right nasty to Wendy. And she always seemed a bit aloof. I think it’s because she tinkled instead of talked.
But not anymore. Tinkerbell now has a voice, an attitude and an occupation. She’s a Tinker fairy, a fixer of things who is clever and gets her hands dirty.
Tinkerbell has come a long way. She’s left Barbie for dust, really.
Anyways. For little girls who think snapdragons are fairy hats, and beads of dew their mirrors, this movie is exquisite. The little fairy community is so intricate and cute- the fiairies paint butterflies and bees with their patterns, and make Queen Anne’s Lace on a loom. Every tiny detail is accounted for and it’s beautifully done.
Naturally, the movie would be a bit boring if something didn’t go awry. Tink and her mates are adventurous and cheeky. Throw into the mix a little girl called Lizzie with a delightful British accent and an obsession with fairies, and her father who collects *gasp* butterflies (very dead ones, at that) and I think you can see where this is going.
The verdict? Little girls will love this movie. My almost-three-year-old little boy loved this movie, as did my one year old. Hey, I loved this movie. It has that delightful Disneyfictaion, where it’s funny enough for adults, but goes right over the little one’s heads. Watch out for the obese cat high on cat nap. Hysterical. In fact, I’m giving this a very yummy four out of a possible five jellybeans on the RRSAHM-ranking-stuff-scale.
Now, while it is packed with extra’s, $39.95 is a little bit steep for a kid’s DVD. So I ate half a jellybean. Then I had a good think about things, and decided their is also a distinct lack of celebrity voices in this movie. Slightly disappointing. Unless you count Lucy Lui as a celebrity, which I don’t. Anymore. So I ate the other half a jellybean too. OK? OK.
And because I love you lot just do muchly, I have convinced Tinks to let me have a copy of The Great Fairy Rescue to give away to one lucky RRSAHM reader. All you need to do is leave a comment telling me– What would you do, if you caught a fairy?
Please make sure you leave me an email address. This one is open to Australian and New Zealand residents only, sorry overseas-ers.Entries close Sunday at 8pm, and the winner will be drawn at random and announced on this blog, and by email, on Tuesday.