Movie Magic!

Took the boy to see X-Men III: The Last Stand yesterday evening.

Comics are our thing and the missus has long since decided that she has no wish to waste three hours of her time accompanying us to see CGI-laden fight-fests while the two of us consume more popcorn than most people see in a year.

But this is good as it means the two of us get to see all sorts of boys-action rubbish and gorge ourselves stupid on nachos and sweets and fizzy drinks, etc, without unhelpful comments such as ‘Do you have to eat that loud?!’ or ‘Can you keep still please? Just for once!’

The movie itself was OK and the shock bit at the end of the credits suggests there’ll be more of this franchise to come. The funniest bit for me, though, was when me and the boy were walking to the bus stop and he picked several continuity and plot device holes in the film.

The missus, naturally, is an arch pedant and she can’t walk down a high street without pointing out where the apostrophe should be in any shop sign offending basic laws of grammar. And the genes have obviously won through on this one as the boy now does this and by also utilizing his analytical skills to also critique movies he’s clearly following in his mother’s footsteps.

This, of course doesn’t augur well for me. There will clearly be no respite from the tide of criticism in our house. And guess where it will be directed…