So the hubby decided to pull me out of the writing cave last night. Our kids had gone their separate ways and we were alone. A movie sounded like a great plan.
Sophie : What just came out?
Hubby : There's a lot of stuff out. How about Crazy, Stupid Love?
Sophie : No romance. I need a change. What else?
Hubby : The Help just came out.
Sophie : Awesome. Is it about a hot cabana boy?
Hubby: Uhm. No. It is not about a hot cabana boy. What's wrong with you?
Sophie: Okay. No hot cabana boy. Does the help get eaten by an irradiated shark?
Hubby stares.
Sophie : Does the help get mauled by an escaped experiment gone awry resulting in a combo of man and mosquito?
Hubby : Sophie, this isn't a Saturday night Sci-Fi movie. It's a contemplative drama about race relations in the south.
Sophie : And no one gets eaten and no hot guys are wearing short shorts?
Hubby : Nope. Not a one. Have you ever noticed that your admiration for films goes up in relation to the amount of times the male lead takes off his clothes?
Sophie : Untrue. I just prefer a little action in my films. So The Help is out.
Hubby sighs : Rise of the Apes it is then.
And you know what - Rise of the Apes wasn't half bad. I cheered for the apes of course because all the humans in the film were assholes. All in all a good night.
And I saw a preview for Conan the Barbarian. Now that looks like a film with an impressive plot. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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