Movie Sunday

Today, I saw an interview of 2 girls that are fans of the Twilight movies. They said that they would do anything to find out if Bella picks Jacob or Edward, and that the suspense for the next movies to come out is killing them. I wonder if they know they can accomplish this and solve their problems by reading the books.

People generally assume that Americans are couch potatoes. I don't feel particularly offended by that. I like potatoes. Plus, I'm sitting on this chair in front of the computer more often than lying on the couch.
At 12:15 Sunday afternoon, I was irritated and my thighs were stuck to the car seat. We were at a red light on the bridge, and Mom's cell phone was ringing. She let go of the wheel and fumbled around in her purse before finally pulling out the insulting object. She pressed the ON button with a recently trimmed thumbnail. "Hello?"
30 minutes later, my sibs and I were shoving sandwiches down our throats, trying to finish before our uncle came to drive us to Reading, where he had gotten last minute tix to the 1:20 showing of Toy Story 3. Mom made Julia's sandwich as Julia folded laundry, and it was sitting next to my elbow at the kitchen table. There it was. A Fluff sandwich (ew!) with a big, gaping hole in the bread. And by my other elbow was a bowl with one last blueberry in it. Who can resist such a great opportunity? I quickly grabbed a blueberry and shoved it as far down into the Fluff as I could, stuffed the rest of my french toast bagel in my mouth, and bolted out the door when I heard Uncle Dave pull up outside. Julia had to take her sandwich in the car, and it wasn't until we were doing 30 down the driveway that she screamed "EW! WHAT'S THIS?!?! SARAH!!!!!" I smiled uncontrollably at a chipmunk who was watching us. Later in the ride, I glanced over at my uncle's arm, which was resting on the little compartment in between the two front seats, and promptly spit everywhere as a very unattractive laugh bubbled up and out of my mouth. There was a small blueberry attached to his arm with a bit of Fluff. He looked at me like I had just introduced him to my imaginary friend, and asked "What the heck was that?" I just pointed at his elbow as I continued to shake with laughter. Uncle Dave looked confused at first, then lifted his arm closer to his face. When he saw the blueberry, his eyes lit up, his mouth opened up, and the little blue dot was sucked up. I continued with my hysterics for several minutes. When we finally got to the IMAX theater, we speedwalked over to the door. Just when we got there, a man walked out with his two kids and said "If your trying to get into Toy Story, it's sold out." My mood dropped below my feet, and I used my best puppy dog eyes on my uncle. He held up a piece of paper and said "We got them online." HOLLAH! We picked up the pace, skidded into the movie lobby, got the proper accomodations for moviewatching (popcorn, M&Ms, and Slushies for Nick and Uncle) and drew up a game plan for seating. There were zero spots for a party of four to sit next to each other, so we named a meeting place for when the movie ended, I grabbed Nick by the shoulder, and an usher gave us aisle seats. The movie was great, although Julia took all the popcorn to wherever they sat. My favorite part is when Ken modeled clothes for Barbie and he entered to the tune of "Le Freak" by Chic. He did this funky mouth thing that was mucho amusing. Go to the 36 second mark to see Ken's Funky Lip Thing.

And yes, I teared up at the end, when the toys almost died. I knew the movie was almost over so I wiped them away as fast as I could so I wouldn't be red-nosed and watery-eyed when the lights came on. Afterwards, I got a Death by Chocolate ice cream cone, which was chocolate ice cream with brownie bits, chocolate chunks, and swirls of chocolate sauce. Heaven on EARTH!
Later that night, Mom and Dad took us to see The Karate Kid at Chunky's. I got a Pirates of the Caribbean Quesadilla because I can never resist cheesy Mexican food. It was sooooo good, but the bottom was burned. :-( I never would have recognized Jackie Chan if I didn't know he was in the movie. He's gotten to be on the oldish side. I remember him on some Nickelodeon commerical, and he looked 30 there. That must have been, like, three years ago? He's aged forty years in three! He was funny though, so I'm not insulting him or anything. Jaden Smith was a great actor too, and he was what really made the movie funny. Jaden is going to be 12 on Thursday. Maybe I'll stalker-hunt him, discover his address and send him a birthday card with Bruce Lee on the front. Or, I'll procrastinate until Wednesday, then decide I'd rather read than stalker hunt him. THAT is more likely.
Your movie critic in the making,
Sarah