Actually, the characters do have jobs, though in the school. I'd actually say high school Pinkie Pie has more responsibilities than adult Pinkie Pie; I'm not sure what she actually does at SugarCube corner and half suspect her job and room there is more charity from the Cakes then actual employment.
And I almost started this review with a quote from Stephen King before I realized I had started off last review with a series of quotes from Roger Ebert, and thought fresh opinions from myself might be a nice change of pace. His writings in the Danse Macabre chapter "The Horror Movie as Junk Food" have profoundly affected my idea what it is to be a fan:
"A film like Alien or Jaws is, for either the true fan or simply the ordinary movie goer who has a sometime interest in the macabre, like a wide, deep vein of gold that doesn't even have to be mined; it can simply dug out of the hillside. But that isn't mining, remember; it's just digging. The true horror film aficionado is more like a prospector with his panning equipment or his wash-wheel, spending long periods going patiently through common dirt, looking for the bright blink of god dust or possibly even a small nugget or two. Such a working minder is not looking for the big strike, which may come tomorrow or the day after or never; he has put those illusions behind him. He's only looking for a livin' wage, something to keep him going yet awhile longer.
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If movies such as Tourist Trap or Rituals are the nuggets fans sometimes find by sticking around for the B picture (and no one is so optimistic as the dyed-in-the-wool fan), a moment such as this one is the equivalent of the gold dust that can sometimes be panned out by the faithful toiler. Or to put it another way, there is that marvelous Sherlock Holmes story "The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle," where the Christmas goose, when slit open, yields up the beautiful and precious stone that has been lodged in its gullet. You sit through a lot of schlock, and maybe - just maybe - there is that frisson that makes it at least partially worthwhile."
Using King's classification/mining metaphor, I would say My Little Pony: Equestria Girls is a nugget; not that big a thing, but you really should see it if you're a fan. Even the bad ones are good ones if you're a fan, after all. I was being truthful when I said I enjoyed Shady and her Bushwoolie, or Likkity Split singing to the well in My Little Pony: The Movie; they were the shimmers of gold dust.
Putting myself at risk of "true fan" snobbery here, but anyone can watch the good ones; I know I'm a fan because I want to watch even the bad ones.
Actually, the characters do have jobs, though in the school. I'd actually say high school Pinkie Pie has more responsibilities than adult Pinkie Pie; I'm not sure what she actually does at SugarCube corner and half suspect her job and room there is more charity from the Cakes then actual employment.
And I almost started this review with a quote from Stephen King before I realized I had started off last review with a series of quotes from Roger Ebert, and thought fresh opinions from myself might be a nice change of pace. His writings in the Danse Macabre chapter "The Horror Movie as Junk Food" have profoundly affected my idea what it is to be a fan:
"A film like Alien or Jaws is, for either the true fan or simply the ordinary movie goer who has a sometime interest in the macabre, like a wide, deep vein of gold that doesn't even have to be mined; it can simply dug out of the hillside. But that isn't mining, remember; it's just digging. The true horror film aficionado is more like a prospector with his panning equipment or his wash-wheel, spending long periods going patiently through common dirt, looking for the bright blink of god dust or possibly even a small nugget or two. Such a working minder is not looking for the big strike, which may come tomorrow or the day after or never; he has put those illusions behind him. He's only looking for a livin' wage, something to keep him going yet awhile longer.
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If movies such as Tourist Trap or Rituals are the nuggets fans sometimes find by sticking around for the B picture (and no one is so optimistic as the dyed-in-the-wool fan), a moment such as this one is the equivalent of the gold dust that can sometimes be panned out by the faithful toiler. Or to put it another way, there is that marvelous Sherlock Holmes story "The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle," where the Christmas goose, when slit open, yields up the beautiful and precious stone that has been lodged in its gullet. You sit through a lot of schlock, and maybe - just maybe - there is that frisson that makes it at least partially worthwhile."
Using King's classification/mining metaphor, I would say My Little Pony: Equestria Girls is a nugget; not that big a thing, but you really should see it if you're a fan. Even the bad ones are good ones if you're a fan, after all. I was being truthful when I said I enjoyed Shady and her Bushwoolie, or Likkity Split singing to the well in My Little Pony: The Movie; they were the shimmers of gold dust.
Putting myself at risk of "true fan" snobbery here, but anyone can watch the good ones; I know I'm a fan because I want to watch even the bad ones.