I'm the one on the left.
Rango has a film at the theatres and, thus, I found myself inside a trend. (I am, after all, Mr. Fashionable, Mr. Coffee Achiever, and runner-up Monsieur Styrofoam Sectional Plate.)
What trend? Well, last week, I saw "The Giant Gila Monster" and Rango is also a, pardon the expression, lizard, so I took in his biopic, too.
I'm already scouring the movie listings for a Sean Penn to continue the streak next weekend.
To be more specific, Rango is a chameleon. As a child, I was fascinated with chameleons and their magical adaptive powers. A chameleon sitting on a brown leaf turns brown. A chameleon on a green leaf turns green.
I grew apart from that interest rather soon when I discovered a chameleon on a plaid leaf does not turn plaid. Chameleons are underachievers. They need to try harder.
Except for Rango. In his movie, which I admire and recommend, he transforms himself into a heroic western sheriff, facing a gunfight at the OK reptile.