Tweens Beware

It would seem that this guy feels the same way about The Curious Case of Benjamin Button as I do about LOST. Except, you know, I would only THINK about doing it, and not ACTUALLY do it. You know.

Saturday at the Movies...

I think I spent more time watching movies today than I have in the past month. Ian granted me a reprieve this afternoon, and I caught a matinee by myself. (Note: By Myself = awesome. I'm not one of those people who has a complex about seeing movies alone. In fact, sometimes, I rather enjoy it.) So I headed downtown (downtown Escondido, which is far less interesting than downtown SD) and saw Changeling, starring Angelina Jolie. I had been wanting to see this movie for awhile, but could never convince Ian that he wanted to see it, too. Finally, I stopped trying to convince him. Anyway, the movie was good, but it was long. I kept expecting it to end, but it just kept going. Parts of it were pretty disturbing, too. The basic premise (SPOILERS ahead, be ye warned) is that Ange, a single mom in the late 1920s, goes into work her shift, comes home and her son has disappeared. She reports him missing to the corrupt LAPD, who eventually return a boy to her whom they claim is her son. She knows that the boy is NOT her son, says so, and then the LAPD calls her crazy and shuts her up in a mental institution. She eventually gets out, goes public with her story, frees all the other inmates who have been committed by the police, and testifies against the Captain who was handling her case. At the end: no son. Long movie, and no happy ending. Lois would have been so pissed.

And speaking of Loie, that wonderful gal let me invite myself over to her place this evening to blow off some steam. We drank so margaritas and rented Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Now, this movie was something I had wanted to see, but figured it would be one of those flicks that I added to my Netflix queue instead of shelling out $10+ to see it in the theatre. And, truth be told, while everyone else is busy killing themselves laughig over Judd Apatow's movies, I, to this point, have been rather unimpressed: The 40-Year Old Virgin? Eh. Knocked Up? Not so much. The one (obvious) exception to this, however, is Anchorman. But I digress. Forgetting Sarah Marshall was really pretty good. There are a lot of good jokes, and although I did see waaaaay too much of Jason Segel's penis to be able to sleep peaceably ever again, it was, overall, a pretty good movie. And, from me, that is a glowing recommendation. 

Don't Believe the Hype

Don't panic. If you haven't yet seen The Dark Knight, it's going to be ok. It can wait.

Now, I'm not saying the movie wasn't good. It was. But, with all the hype and excitement surrounding the release, I had great expectations. Was the movie thought-provoking and intriguing? Yes. Heath Ledger's performance was admirable, yes, but in my opinion, hardly worth all this posthumous Oscar win buzz.

Overall, it was a good movie, and an unexpected and enjoyable night out, but I'm now much more excited to see Mamma Mia! (with my own Mamma!)

We Are ... Blubbering Fools

A few months ago, I signed up for the most basic Netflix package there was. Recently, my queue included We Are Marshall, starring Matthew McConaghey and Matthew Fox. To me, there could be absolutely nothing better than a movie about football with Matthew Fox in it. But then I sat down to watch it.

Within minutes, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I was also watching this movie with This Guy I Know, to Whom I May or May Not Be Married. He, too, was more than a little misty-eyed. Now, I have, in the past, been accused of being cold-hearted... well... ok, a bitch. While my four other girlfriends were sobbing their faces off during P.S. I Love You, it took every ounce of my self-control not to throw my head back and groan at the sheer sappiness and utter predictability of it all. Obviously, I have no heart. So, clearly, We Are Marshall can even tug at the heartstrings of an unfeeling wench.

Next up on our queue is Blades of Glory... I'm pretty sure no tears will be shed over that one. However, Saint Lois has agreed to babysit (a.k.a. "wrangle") for us tonight, so we're heading out to see The Dark Knight, and, from what I've heard, Heath Ledger's performance just actually might make one reach for the hankies. I'll keep you updated on that one.

Lazy Saturdays...

DISCLAIMER: Apparently, I posted this blog on the wrong website. For those of you who read my LOST blog, you were probably a bit confused. This blog should have been posted here, on Saturday, June 28.

I love Saturdays like these. 3.5 hour naps, big breakfasts, and cheesy Lifetime movies. I'm telling ya, ya can't beat it. (Well, Sundays during football season give lazy summer Saturdays a run for their money.)

Still not much going on in the Browns' life. We're in escrow until the end of the month, then, for the 4th time in 2.5 years, we'll be moving. Yay military life. (Though granted, the last two moves have been inter-city, and more or less our own choice than that of the military.)

Ian and I enjoyed our monthly Parents' Night Out last night. After mandatory fun at a squadron hail-and-farewell, a military tradition of welcoming the newbies and bidding adieu to those moving on in their military careers, we headed to the movies to catch Get Smart, the new movie starring Steve Carell and Anne Hathaway. Some discussion had been made as to whether to see this movie or the new James MacAvoy/Angelina Jolie action flick, Wanted. Though I'm a HUGE JMac fan (Becoming Jane? LOVED IT. Atonement? Cue heavenly angels' chorus!), I wasn't at all disappointed by Get Smart - the humor was there, the dialogue was witty, and the twist was pretty good, too. Still, I am more than willing to entertain offers of babysitting in order to go see Wanted. :)