Even "back in the day", as #2 likes to say, when Dumb Dad and I were dating the theater was our main venue. Sometimes we'd even go to two in one day!
Well, double feature movie dates are a thing of the past, and these days we are lucky if we get to see a movie together once a quarter.
But, it is something we enjoy and it's also something we enjoy doing as a family (meaning mom, dad, & two older dudes, b/c #3 is a serious movie faux pas).
As part of out holiday traditions, we like to take The Dudes to see a movie, of their choosing.
Since someone has to stay home w/#3, this year I won out as the holiday-kid-movie-chaperone.
The movie of choice?
Alvin And The Chipmunks: The Squeakquel, of course:
Something about animated rodents singing Single Ladies was a huge turn off for Hubby and so obviously my cup of tea, that naturally I was appointed (honestly, I wanted to go to The Princess and the Frog, but the furry songbirds were The Dudes' vote).
I didn't expect much from the film, I mean how good can it really be?
There is only so much you can do with singing rodents, a record label vilian, and a corny-guy-next-door type.
And, I wasn't disappointed or surprised.
But, more importantly I didn't vomit, or reach REM.
Since my brain (in spite of my efforts to reform it) is convinced that movie theaters are the perfect places to conk out, my Movie Goodness Scale is based entirely on how awake I stay to enjoy it.
If the film is not Twi-awesome or Hangover-larious chances are good I'm going to fall into a deep sleep for the duration, fall into a deep sleep for a portion, or spend the majority of the film slamming my head into Dumb Dad's shoulder, the chick next to me, and/or the back of my chair.
If it's a film I REALLY want to see I may even use my drink as a wake-up tool by pouring it into my lap periodically. It's a strange method, but by golly it works!
As The Squeakquel was definitely not Twi-awesome or Hangover-larious I did a lot of the head slamming thing.
But. There was just enough mini-rump shakin' goin' on to keep me engaged for the majority.
And, right at the moment when I nearly boarded that sweet lulaby boat to Never Never Land, I was awoken with a high pitched rendition of Shake Your Groove Thang.
Perfect. Those screenwriters/director/whoever is in charge of that crap, knew exactly what they were doing with the song placement thingy.
Geniuses, I tell you. Geniuses!
Plus, it was 100 times better to be at the chipmunk pop-venture than to be sitting with #3 reading The 3-D Solar System Book for the gazillionth time (how's that for a Writer's Workshop inclusion?!).
I'm all for bonding over books, but now that he's memorized Saturn, Uranus, Earth, Mercury, and all the rest of 'em I think it's time to move on.
Besides everybody knows my position on outer space, and reading this book has done nothing for changing that.
Fortunately, Dumb Dad and I were not to be outdone by The Dudes in the movie department this season.
We caught a grown up film ourselves.
Thanks to the hidden babysitting talents of Bruncle (my brother, their uncle=Bruncle), we took in a romanticactionadventuremystery called Sherlock Holmes.
You've heard of it, right?
Robert Downey Jr., Jude
I give it two thumbs up and I didn't even really fall asleep that much.
Okay, so I did find myself startling awake a couple of times near the end (and if you were sitting in front of me and were the recepient of one, or possibly two, swift kicks in the back, please forgive me), but it wasn't for lack of action or intrigue in the film.
It was my own inability to control my faculties when tired, sick, and effing freezing (why are theaters SO bloody cold?). Plus, we rarely ever go to the movies after sunset, and my proprensity for jumping off the sleep action is exactly why.
Anyway, point is, it was so not the movie's fault that I was unable to keep my wits about me for the duration. It was equal parts funny, engaging, and plot rich, okay maybe the plot was not exactly rich, but it did the trick.
My affection for the likes of Jude Law, Rachel Mcadams, and Robert Downey Jr. may have slightly tainted my review, but see it anyway if you get a chance and let me know what you think.
A trailer my dear, Watson.
So, anyway, thank you, Bruncle, for doing your thing. You have earned this week's Thursday Thank You as a result of your efforts.
Thank you and you're welcome.
Dear Bruncle, It's not everyday that I have a reason to praise you so let me just state, for the record, this is BIG. I sincerely appreciate your willingness to sacrifice your time (not that you had anywhere else to be) for Hubby and I to have a night out. There aren't many people I feel comfortable leaving The Dudes with and I'm glad we have you. The best part is that you're cheap: a Chipotle burrito and time to get on the PS3 with Hubby. And, you even did the dishes! Can't beat that. You are turning out to be quite the manny! I always knew you'd amount to something! XOXO, Dumb Mom