More Than Meets The Eye

Well, if this is the bandwagon, I'm jumping on it. Because MySpace and Facebook aren't enough distraction. And a one, and a two, and a...

Tonight I played the role of Wonderful Wife and agreed to go see a movie that was sure to tug at Ben's heartstrings. Only love could make me pass up some sweet eye candy in the form of George and Brad in favor of robots and cars. And only the presence of one immensely talented young actor could make me fight the initial desire to roll my eyes as we bought our tickets to Transformers tonight. Yes, I've been a loyal fan of Shia LaBeouf since his Even Stevens days (should I admit that?). And even though I can't pronounce his name correctly to save my life, I've enjoyed watching him venture into film. And, I'm happy to report, he has delivered another fine performance. I should also grudgingly report that I rather enjoyed the movie. Sure, it was basically a glorified car commercial, but the special effects were mind boggling and there were quite a few moments that I was practically in Ben's lap because of the suspense or insane amounts of action. But, as Lauren so aptly described, I, too, have the startle response of a war veteran. I react very physically to movies - I plug my ears, shut my eyes, and scream out loud when things get too intense. Tonight, the previews for Invasion may have given me PTSD. This is why I don't do scary movies, people. So, please stop sneaking in previews for this genre where they don't belong!

And P.S. For the love of Pete, why do people insist on clapping during and after movies? They can't hear you all the way up on that screen. The same goes for whistling. Just sit on your hands. You'll make less enemies that way.