Going to see "Hancock"? Take your Dramamine!

My head still feels like it's in a fog, like I have the tail end of a very bad hangover.

I was really looking forward to seeing Hancock today. We all love Will Smith, love Will Smith action movies. This one, about an unwilling superhero, seemed like it was going to be gold.

You can go ahead and read the real reviews from people who get paid to think long and hard about movies. I'm sure they'll have quite a bit to say about it. I have two things of my own to comment on.

There isn't one steady shot in the whole movie. Even if it was a scene involving just two people sitting at a table it was all done with jittering, stomach turning hand cam work. Usually in a movie like this there are points where the director pulls out a tripod now and then letting the audience catch their breath and spinning heads, but not this movie. It was nonstop wiggling, sometimes small and other times huge and sweeping. I'm starting to get queasy again just thinking about it.

My other complaint is that this was not a PG-13 movie. Okay, technically it is or else it wouldn't have the rating, but it was dancing on the very thinnest of edges of R. A better warning would be "PG-13 For Real!" It has tons of language, including the eff word more than once. I was okay with my two 13 year olds going to this, but there are going to be some very angry parents of younger kids who are not expected the amount bad words this movie contains.

Consider yourself warned. Take your Dramamine and leaving your eight year old nephew at home.

All in all, I would rather go and see Ironman for a third time. *sigh*

Mom's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all my mommy friends, of which I have a lot more this year than I did last. It's that true I run with a mighty fertile pack of women. All but Weaver have had their little bundle of joy. Hang in there, Weaver. You're time is soon!

My big plan for Mother's Day this year was breaking out the brand spanking new season passes and head for Cedar Point. But, the biggest mother of them all, Mother Nature, had other plans in the way of non-stop rain and cold, cold, cold. So we had to break out Plan B, which was to go see Ironman again. This was my idea, don't worry. Yes, I liked this movie enough to want to pay to see it twice. Even more, I liked it better the second time around. And we waited around both times to see the extra scene after the credits because it seriously speaks to the super geek lurking inside the man and myself.

There's also the matter of Robert Downey Jr. He so does it for me in this movie. Big time. The Pioneer Woman has a particularly cute way of expressing how he makes me feel. I'll spare my male readers the phrase, but I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about.

Oh my, oh my, oh my!