Pamela Tracy here. I'm trying to remember the last grown-up movie I saw. I'm thinking it was the Diane Lane/Richard Gere one: Nights in Rodanthe. I used to love movies. Now, when I go to a grown-up one (like Nights in Rodanthe) I sit in the audience and think about all the things I'd rather be doing (pretty sure I've not liked the last three movies I've seen). Kid movies are a bit different. Now that I have a five-year-old, I like kid movies (Okay, here's the truth. I've always liked kid movies).
Shrek The Final Chapter was a surprise on two levels.
Level One, my son made it all the way through the movie. We didn't make it all the way through How to Train Your Dragon. Mikey's reason: too loud. We didn't make it all the way through UP. Mikey's reason: A tornado followed by a chase scene with barking, mean-looking dogs: too scarey.
Level Two, it had a killer plot. I'm going to make my husband watch this one because I'm sitting in the audience and I wasn't thinking about what I'd rather be doing. I was thinking "They interviewed my husband for Shrek's part! How did they do that?"
See, in the opening Shrek is missing his old life as a single, grumpy ogre. He doesn't realize how wonderful his life is. LOL. No, my husband doesn't miss being single. But, sometimes I don't think he realizes how wonderful his life is. And, yup, lately, he's been a grumpy ogre.
Honey, if you read this, I was really desparate for something to write about.
Okay, okay, you do realize how wonderful your life is.
And, you know what, sometimes I'm guilty too. I don't realize how wonderful my life is.
