I did not see The Dark Knight over the weekend, as a huge chunk of the US population appears to have done. I saw Space Chimps instead. It wasn’t really my first choice but faced with 2 kids — 8 and 4 respectively — and some free time on a Sunday after being home most of the day, Space Chimps seemed like a good bet. After all, the NY Times called it “hilarious.” My husband begged off Space Chimp duty because, as he put it, “it’s really a waste of money for me to go as well.” So, he saw Batman and the Joker at their finest while I was stranded in rated G-land with loads of popcorn and a hotdog.
It’s funny how those things happen. Husband gets to see the cool, new, R-rated adult flick while wife and kids sit mind-numbingly through some mediocre child-oriented story. I was the only one who was bored to tears, by the way. The kids liked Space Chimps. We’ve also seen Wall-E (too highbrow for my 4-year old who promptly fell asleep) Kit Kittredge and Kung Fu Panda (which we all liked). For me, any excuse to go and eat greasy popcorn in the dark with 200 other people is a good one. I barely care what I see anymore and will sit through any drivel just to be in a movie theater.
I know there will come a time again where I can sidestep the G-rated fare and skip on to PG-13 or even R. But for now, we’re all anxiously anticipating the premiere of Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Sounds like a winner to me.
