There’s an odd lack of tension in the news today. Oh, sure, Danny Boyle’s “Slumdog Millionaire” kicked all kinds of ass at the BAFTAs — and picked up a WGA award to go with its PGA, DGA and SAG prizes — but now that it’s gone from underdog to overdog, is anyone really surprised?
The box-office numbers are similarly just sort of there: The mega-sized chick flick “He’s Just Not That Into You” opened in first place, knocking last week’s champ, “Taken”, to second; the encouraging news is that Henry Selick’s “Coraline” placed third, ahead of presumptive hits “The Pink Panther 2” and “Push”.
One wonders how many small children woke up screaming from Other Mother nightmares over the weekend, but not having children myself, it’s a price I’m more than willing to pay.
I took my 7-year-old to see “Coraline” and we both loved it. But my new pet peeve at the movie theatre is the morons who get up as soon as the end credits start, slowly realize that there are still some cool 3-D effects going on, then proceed to stand there to take them all in — leaving my daughter and I scrambling to view the screen.
I guess to sit back down would be admitting that they were stupid to get up in the first place.
Yeah, I know the feeling. That’s why I always position myself around the top third of the auditorium; even if the view is briefly unobstructed, the perspective is such that if you move a couple of steps over, you should be fine …