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Having first heard about the Blue Lagoon I wasn;t convinced I wanted to visit, but thought that it would be a waste to go all the way to Iceland and miss it, so we booked an excursion run by Reykjavik Excursions. We turned up at the bus station and just booked it on the day. Apparently they were doing a 'deal' whereby for the return coach trip and entry to the Blue Lagoon it would cost about £35! This seemed extortionate for a 20 min coach trip and to sit in a hot spa, but as we had been told how unique the experience was, we thought we'd fork out.
On arrival you are told to remove your shoes and put them in a plastic bag to enter the changing room so the floor doesn't get dirty. This seemed a bit excessive but we did as we were told, then got changed and went to enter the lagoon.
We had been told that there was a way you could get into the spa indoors and then swim outdoors so that you did not have t go outside, however this was a complete lie (or at least that option wasnt available when we went in the freexing cold month of February!). This meant there was about 10 feet to cover outsdide before you could into the lagoon. Believe me, 10 feet in minus degrees really was awful! However, it does make you appreciate the warmth of the spa when you are in there. As expected the water as as blue as they claimed it would be, and there were 'buckets' with the minerals in which you could spoon out and put onto your skin.
I would advice that the best time to go was mid afternoon as by early evening a lot of the locals come and use the lagoon after work so it soon becomes busy. Also if you go in the winter, none of the extras like the sauna or massage areas are open, so the only attraction is the spa itself.
We spent about 30 mins in the water before braving the 10 feet sprint back inside again. It was relaxing as it feels somewhat like being in a bath but in the middle of nowhere, but I think is rather expensive for what it actually is. Though that said, it is pretty much the only place in the world where you could experience this so I suppose it's the price you pay for a unique experience!
After changing there is a cafe and restaurant area if you fancy a drink or snack and there is a souvenir shop, but all are equally expensive. There are plenty of buses running to take you back agai afterwards, and always seemed to be on time.
In 1980, Randal Kleiser's remake of The Blue Lagoon had its critics well and truly ... more
divided. On the one hand adolescent nudity, however tasteful, was enough to give the censors the vapours. On the other, the story--essentially a reworking of Robinson Crusoe based on Stacpoole's Edwardian adventure novel with two young children as the castaways growing up on a desert island--seemed just too removed from reality. Kleiser set out to make "the ultimate South Seas film", and indeed the location shooting is a richly beautiful complement to the intimate tale of two young people coming to terms with their own adulthood. He teases out touching performances from Brooke Shields (Emmeline) and Christopher Atkins (Richard) as the marooned pair, and a nicely ambivalent cameo from Leo McKern as Paddy, the ship's cook who gets them set up on the island before rum gets the better of him. A stilted script helps none of them. But the moments of awkward self-discovery and dawning sexuality are handled with a tenderness which ultimately triumphs over some of the more implausible elements: Shields' perpetually manicured nails, for example, or the fact that she unexpectedly gives birth without breaking sweat. To say nothing of the pair's extraordinary home-building skills, which would have been beyond the remit of the average Edwardian governess to teach. Today, for all its efforts to be taken seriously as a tale of preserved innocence and discovery, it succeeds best as a good old-fashioned adventure. On the DVD: This widescreen presentation positively bulges with extras. A choice of director's commentaries means that you can hear Randal Kaiser (who had previously directed Grease) reminiscing in fine detail with writer Douglas Day Stewart, and both Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins. Some might think this overkill for a non-landmark film, but the discussions are genuinely interesting. The film was clearly a formative experience in Shields' adolescent career --she has also provided an album of personal snapshots as another extra--and it is fascinating to hear her talk about it from her current position as a star of sophisticated television sitcom. The crystal-clear digital remastering and anamorphic stereo picture and sound quality of the main film don't extend to this scratchy, sometimes inaudible documentary. --Piers Ford