best. movie. ever.

I'm starting to have doubts concerning Dec's kids' discernment of movies. During each of their last three visits, we've gone to see a movie. And invariably, as we've left the theater, Princess (though it could be Tomboy, considering I can't tell the twins apart unless I'm looking at them) has announced that we have just seen the Best. Movie. Ever.

This weekend's movie was Arthur and the Invisibles. It was an enjoyable movie, with a pleasant meshing of live action and animation. Of course, what will be most memorable about this movie was that at 9 at night, Dec and I decided it would be fun to take the kids to a movie. So we bundled them up, threw them in the car, and headed off to Hollywood Connection to catch the 9:40 showing. Then, after the movie, we dragged the kids to Denny's instead of letting them go home to bed, like they wanted. Heaps o' fun.

Arthur replaced Night at the Museum as the Best. Movie. Ever. Museum was also an enjoyable movie, though I felt it was a bit long for having minimal plot and slow development.

Museum replaced Eragon as the Best. Movie. Ever. Now, I will say that it's a good thing Eragon was replaced as the Best. Movie. Ever. because it was most certainly not the Best. Movie. Ever.

Perhaps my feelings on this are directly related to some bias on my part. Eragon has been sitting on my nighstand for. ev. er. because Dragonboy really, really, really wants me to read it. I have been resisting. I try to do things for the kids, because they don't ask for a lot; however, this is one of those requests I doubt I'll ever be able to fulfill. I read a good number of books, but I just can't bring myself to read a book whose soul marketing campaign is Look! A Fifteen Year Old Wrote a Book. Especially when nearly all the reviews I've come across have indicated that this is merely a fifth-rate knockoff of The Lord of the Rings. I find this especially irksome when I know a number of writers who truly deserve to be published yet aren't, all because some stupid marketing department knows they can pitch a fifteen-year-old hack job.

All of this is compounded when said fifth-rate piece of work is optioned to film. And not just any film. Nooooo. It becomes a tenth-rate knockoff of Jackson's trilogy. Even Columbus's butchering of the first two Harry Potters was better than this.

So maybe the kids' discernment isn't so bad after all. At least they're recognizing improving quality in the movies we take them to see.