Every night, after the wee ones are in bed, Mr. Hall and I sit down to watch a movie. It can be an arduous process. I want certain films that Mr. Hall can't find. Or. I'm in a mood and can't take what he wants to watch. Sometimes I need delicate films, sometimes I needs me some Zombies.
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Most nights it's a struggle to service my mood.
Then. THEN. Last night Mr. Hall says, "Hey, I got Lil' Fockers. Wanna watch that? "
My jaw dropped.
I thought I knew the man I married.
I thought he knew me!
Was he kidding with this? Was he being ironic? I mean, Meet the Parents and the stupid Focker clan wasn't funny three films ago. At this point, they are just beating a dead unfunny horse until all the flies and goo come flying out of the dead unfunny horse body. Everyone who is involved with Lil' Fockers should hang their head in shame.
But that kind of crap is what passes as a movie lately. It makes millions this crap. And crap like Friends with Benefits. Or Hall Pass or PLEASE MAKE IT STOP WITH THE ASHTON KUTCHER Love and Fricking Other Drugs. It's all pandering garbage. It's all beneath me.
Underneath most movies, for me, there needs to be awesome. A story. Good bad or dull, I want a story. I want characters, I want stuff that they do and say and go through.
So please Mr. Hall, please tell me you were just kidding with the Lil Fockers.
Say it ain't so.
And now, I leave you with my son, the wee Mac. I was unpacking goodies from Target last night and Mac was all like, "Momma what's that?" and I was all like "That's my new eye shadow!" and he was like, "Can I try?" and I was all like, "OK sure!" and then he morphed into the Black Swan while he ate his chicken nuggets.
This is how it's done at the House of Hall!!