Tas and Maram,

I was at my desk eating a cracker when I started watching this.  For some reason I decided to spread some cheese on it during the scene where some guy with a neck beard was yelling at the audience from his horse.  I kept eating and eating as the scenes passed.  By the time I got to the aquarium scene, my throat must have given up trying to tolerate the pepper or garlic in that cheese because I was seriously choking.  It was so bad that everyone in my office came running to see what was wrong.  When they came to my cube and saw that I was crying with a cheesy cracker in my mouth, they just laughed at the sight of me and that soft orange jellyfish in the background.   

Ok.  So that’s not true.  There was no cheese or crackers.  I choked up all by myself.  There was an old magic in that movie, older than medieval times, a charm that only the Medusa jellyfish had preserved.  Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I’d like to offer you some advice.  The next time you’re making family movies with children playing and eating ice cream, father and son hangin’ out on a train or bus or whatever is taking them to their destination, or mother and child standing over a large sea whose depth may never be known, don’t show me any Medusa jellyfish.  I can’t take it.  It just turns me into an old wet stone.

Madi