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She Calls 'Em Like She Sees 'Em

The other night at bedtime, Z. was adamantly refusing to do that whole "horizontal, silent and motionless" thing.  Refusing, and making her point in no uncertain terms.  Of course, four year olds can dispatch melodrama like nobody's business.  You'd normally have to travel to Naples and get stuck in a rush hour traffic jam there to witness the level of hand-wringing and gesticulating that she was unleashing in my general direction.  It was like my very own instant Tuscan vacation!  (OK, not really........)

So I ask her, "How many more times am I going to have to tell you to stay in bed?!"

Her response?  "Lots."

Pass the vino, please.

Adventures in Netflixing: "Nine"

 Daniel Day-Lewis is only one of a handful of actors who could even attempt to convince me that being surrounded by a bevy of beautiful, smart, passionate and/or talented women who adore him is every bit as torturous as being stricken with cerebral palsy, or being falsely imprisoned for an IRA bombing he didn't commit, or being tried and hanged for witchcraft in Salem. 

And yet........what a silly, silly premise.

Disliked Nine for that and a whole host of other reasons.

Next?

The Pre-K Cinema Critic: "Predator" (1987)

I feel one of my parental obligations is to provide my child with a solid foundation in culture and the arts.  Immersion in classic cinema is an important part of this curriculum.

Cue Predator (1987), which was showing on Spike the other night.  It was edited for television anyway, plus for a nearly-four-year-old, she is already sporting a serious sci fi/supernatural genre preference.  (Gee, I don't know where she gets that from...)

At any rate, she didn't think much of this movie.  More specifically, she didn't think much of the characters.  And it wasn't a "You call this a character arc?" or an "I don't find his stoicism in the face of mortal danger to be believable" development-related complaint.  She didn't even take issue with the typically terse, action-movie-appropriate Ahhhnuld-esque dialogue.  Rather, she felt the characters were too wimpy, and she completely lost interest during the scene where Ahhhhnuld and his gang of fellow commandos were crawling G.I. Joe style on their bellies through the jungle undergrowth toward the enemy camp.  She watched this segment with a fair amount of incredulity, and could barely contain her disgust.

"They're crawling," she pointed out.  "Like babies."

I never really considered it from that perspective before, but yeah - I guess they were.

(And yes, her anti-baby smear campaign continues....)