I saw perhaps the worse movie I’ve ever had to sit through today in the form of Diary of a Wimpy Kid. If Siskel or Ebert were to offer me a job, I would say that it ranks right up there with The English Patient as far as movies I hate.
And then I would be fired.
Fired for hating The English Patient, and fired for comparing the two movies in the same sentence. They have nothing whatsoever in common, other than they both share the same degree of hate that I feel.
There were two positives that I can think of, because my momma taught me to search hard for the silver lining.
A) Diary of a Wimpy Kid was free. Our local theatre hosts a free movie showing every week through the end of July.
B) The air conditioning in the theater is free. This being Florida in the summer, while experiencing hot flashes, and given my frugal nature, you understand my delight at positive aspect A) and B).
I thought it odd that none of my homeschooling com padres met me at the theater for this particular movie. Last weeks showing of Yogi Bear was popular indeed. I’m guessing that my friends all read the stinky reviews of Diary of a Wimpy Kid, noting that the humor was HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE, even by my loose standards.
I’m also guessing that no one chose to share this factoid with me because they all assumed that I am a heathen that allows their own children to view such trash.
So, to set the record straight. Me = Not a heathen.
Just too distracted by the thought of ALL THE FREE AIR CONDITIONING to take the time to read a review.
My children all had differing opinions of the movie. Jensen said he was bored. Cailey was grossed out. And Emme declared it was the best movie she’s ever seen in her life.
Have I mentioned lately that she is entering puberty just as I’m hitting pre-menopause? OH WHAT A FUN PAIR WE ARE.
The free movie extravaganza next week is rumored to be Marmaduke. Tell me now, people. The dog doesn’t run around, you know, nude or anything?
I’ll be checking the movie reviews over at Christianity Today a great deal more closely. While using all the money I’m saving on free air conditioning to pay for my children’s future therapy.