Just finished three movies with the husband, and here's the verdict:
Percy Jackson: I liked this one a lot. It was the first one we watched, and while I thought the acting was rough in places it was a pretty well done and entertaining movie. I'd definitely buy it and watch it again.
Frozen: Possibly the WORST movie I've ever seen. Three people get stuck on a ski lift on Sunday night because the lift operators changed shift at the last minute and the new guy thought everyone had already come down the mountain. Faced with the prospect of waiting five days for rescue one guy jumps, breaks both his legs and is eaten by wolves (yes, on a normally crowded ski slope) and the other guy waits a day or two and then climbs the ski lift, slices his hands on the razor-sharp support wire as he tries to shimmy his way to the support pole, climbs down the ladder and is then eaten by said wolves. It's one of those horror movies where the chick doesn't do anything to save herself and yet is the only one to survive. (Sorry for the spoiler, but believe me, if you were planning on watching it I've done you a favor.)
MacGruber: I was embarrassed for the guy for most of the movie, but that's basically what I expected. It was neither better nor worse than I'd hoped, and I'd gone into it thinking it would probably be mildly entertaining, funny at times, but not really one to go down in history as an epic film. Compared to Frozen this was a real box office hit, so it's probably a good thing I watched that one first. I was desperate for something to entertain me by the time I turned it on, and I was satisfied.
All in all, it was a great Saturday night. Shaun and I pooled our culinary prowess to make some divine philly cheesesteaks, and I washed it all down with my beloved Diet Dr. Pepper. Ah, bliss.
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