I broke my own rule the other day when I went to see Chronicles of Narnia. I repeatedly tell everyone that the best time to go to a movie is Saturday morning (followed by Monday night). I went Saturday, but piddled around long enough so that I had to go to the 1:15. This gave more people time to roll in, particularly those with small children. Two of these small humans were Hunter and Daria, sitting behind me. It's certainly not up to me to tell parents what to name their children (though "Scotty" is a nice name), but these folks just went out of their way to try the unique angle. Minutes before it started, the father (who I'm sure is a very nice man, despite dropping the ball with his kids' names) asked Daria what the movie was about. Having never read the book, her entire knowledge consisted of a special she had seen on the Disney Channel. At various points in the movie, Hunter would ask her what was going to happen next. I was secretly hoping the White Witch would find a way to turn them to stone.
As for the movie itself, I thought it was good. A big deal was made about the Christian allegory stuff, and you'll find it if you're looking for it. But it's not like they bash you over the head with it again and again if you're not.
In other news, the not-so-mighty Saints are on Monday Night Football tonight. I have no idea what they did to deserve a spot on MNF, other than play in the same division as Michael Vick. I shudder to watch. Every single time the Saints get the spotlight, they do indeed show America what they're made of by fumbling, stumbling, and bumbling their way to a horrific defeat. Just let us rest comfortably in obscurity, please.
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