“The Crimes of Grindelwald” fills theaters with magic, monsters, 1920s-era glamour and action in a follow-up film to the “Fantastic Beasts” franchise, brought to us by the queen of witchcraft and wizardry herself, J.K. Rowling.
I would probably consider myself to be a fashionista. Of course, I don’t spend that much money on clothes and I only fantasize about purchasing couture, but I love to keep up on the newest trends and dream about the day when I can actually purchase a real Chloe bag and not a knock-off.
Upon publication of this story, summer will be a short 40 days away. And just as Country Time Lemonade commercials act as a bell in my head – forever ringing in bright blue skies and bathing suits – new album releases, upcoming blockbusters, concert tours and various forms of local entertainment serve as other telltale signs and flags of encouragement that vacation is on its way.
Ever since I was a little girl, I have had a thing for a certain little rodent-infested amusement park. I remember waking up at what seemed like the crack of dawn, grabbing a pillow, maybe a book or two, and hopping into the backseat of my dad’s car. I would wave goodbye to my cousins, aunts, uncles and grandmother knowing they would be in the cars following behind us as we sailed down the freeway toward our fun-filled destination: Disneyland.
Sitting in my red velvety seat while munching on some liquid buttery popcorn, I wait for the screen to illuminate with the anticipated film. I’ve purchased my ridiculously expensive movie ticket and I’m ready to enjoy a unique, creative work from one of today’s brilliant moviemakers.