We went to see Madagascar again tonight (have I ever mentioned how much I adore the dollar theaters?). This is the third time for the Mrs and me, and the second for Pepperkat, but Whiny still hadn’t seen it. And for a buck how could you go wrong?
It’s not so much the main characters or the plot, it’s the sideshow freaks… the monkeys, the penguins, and especially the lemurs… that we find hysterical. There is just something totally insane about King Julian (“Now, who wants a cookie?”) that appeals to us.
Alex: The wild? “Live in a hut, wipe yourself with a leaf” kind of wild?
Julian: Who wipes?
If you have any empathy at all, you naughty little monkey, you will come to understand and accept us for what we are: totally nuts. (“If you have any poo, fling it, now.”) I actually don’t think we’re all that unique in our appreciation of this movie, but just in case, I thought I’d make it clear for you. Or not.
Smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave…