So – I went to the movie because it seemed like a good way to find out why my twenty-something kids and their friends posted Facebook entries with cute cartoon animals and less cute animated monsters.
I had expected that it might well have allusions and indeed characters that would appeal only to the initiated – and hence was not surprised when those around me were whooping with amusement while I remained well-intentioned but bemused.
I had also thought that this might be the one film where I could be safe from a Bill Nighy appearance. Wrong again. And yet again he surprised me and engaged me. Is there no end to the man's talent?
Are there good things that a Pokemon Virgin can say about the experience? Lots, actually. It's very well made – and the one-liners I understood were very funny. There's lots of action and plot twists. And the cuteness factor of some of the Pokemons is amazingly high.
Sad that the cynic could also see this as a long info-mercial for birthday and Christmas presents.
I gather that something that is new for the movie is that we get to hear the little yellow bundle of cuteness actually talk – and that it isn't the voice of chipmunk animation, but rather a dry, world-weary dead-pan drawl – by someone called Ryan Reynolds – the twenty-somethings shake their heads with exaggerated pity and tolerance when I admit to not having heard of him in something called Deadpool of which I am also blissfully unaware.
So – would I go to another such movie?
Yes, I would, if only to shake the inbuilt prejudices of the young, who display their gerontophobia (if such a word exists for prejudice against the old) by assuming that I could not survive such an experience.
And would I recommend it for its target demographic?
Absolutely. The capacity audience (mostly twenty-somethings and younger) clearly adored it - whooping, chuckling, cheering on the action and loving the one-liners (a percentage of which even I understood).
This is not just a movie. It is a phenomenon. And the percentage that I understood I loved.