Saw it this evening. (Another Potbelly Sandwich 'n' Movie for $10 deal, which rocks.) Bummer, though. I didn't really enjoy it. I think if I'd had kids with me, maybe. But you know, I just didn't get into the groove of it. (Although I did dig the opening sequence from inside a German bomber.) I was a pretty naive kid, and I didn't notice the overt Christian message (Messianic lion back from the dead, yadda yadda) back in the day. This time, I got it. Big time.
Ah well. I can't like every movie, eh? And I have no interest in "King Kong." Hell, I should just watch "Lord of the Rings" again on DVD. Tonight, I should have gone to see "Capote."
Of course, having Indulgent Central American Dad carry on a lively "outdoor voice" conversation with his daughter throughout the film tonight didn't help. Kids are cool, and this was a kids' movie, but c'mon papá - that little girl is learning her manners from you, dude! Cómo se dice "shut the hell up" en español?
The most exciting part of the evening was me slipping and sliding in terror on the icy bricks between the theater and my car. I'm a massive ice chicken since breaking my leg a couple of years ago. I get absolutely paralyzed with fear on ice. I think my days of hoofing it in Moscow winters is waaay over.
Insane day at work. Tomorrow will be nuts, too. I am wiped out.
Hulk tired. Sleep now.