*** WARNING: This may contain spoilers about the movie Hancock. Skip ahead if you don’t want to read anything about the movie ***
So we saw the movie Hancock at the Gallery Place theater last night. First off, there were some lousy movies being previewed. There’s this one about Ice Cube coaching a football team and his niece becomes the quarterback. Except its apparent in the footage they shot that the actress can’t actually throw a football. I will not be seeing that one. They’ve also done a remake of “The Day the Earth Stood Still” with Keanu Reeves. I probably will skip that one too.
As far as Hancock goes, it was good, but not great. It was a decent reflection of how superheroes might be treated in the real world, as opposed to movies like Spider-Man and Superman which pretty much play the events straight. But something about the overall movie just didn’t click completely for me.
On a very positive note, the movie did feature one character throwing a truck onto another character which is pretty friggin’ awesome. Still, I kept thinking throughout that I should be liking this movie more than I did. I can’t place my finger on why either.
Charlize Theron fans will enjoy this movie, as my friend kept pleading for her to take her clothes off the entire movie. She doesn’t.
Overall, I’d recommend it if you’re into big special effects superhero movies. Enough decent action and a few laughs throughout.
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As for my next 4th of July Memory, I take you back to the year 1990:
My family had spent the previous two Independence Days at the beach in Ocean City, NJ. But this year, they decided to stay home and throw a big picnic. The picnic turned out to be a lot of fun, as we served burgers and hot dogs, and played many games of volleyball. One oddity was that for some reason, my mother greatly overestimated the amount of corn to buy, and underestimated the amount of soda needed.
It was an especially hot day, and the two cases of soda purchased were consumed in about an hour, leaving the guests to drink just about any other liquid substance we had around the house. Nothing says summer picnic like people chugging OJ from the carton. As for the corn, I think we had about two ears per person. I personally despise corn (The devil plant!) so I did not help eat any, and I think guests ended up taking some with them.
Later that night, some cheap fireworks were set off in the backyard, and then I went out to a nearby town to see the local fireworks display. And like the Downingtown fireworks always do, they sucked. I don’t know why I continued to go watch them, when I’d just end up disappointed every year.
Upon returning to my house, my sister’s friends were all still over and hanging out. My sister was apparently in a fight with her boyfriend (not an uncommon thing), had been in a crappy mood all day, and was becoming annoyed by her friends’ insistence on having a good time. She complained to my mother that the party was over, and everyone needed to stop having fun. My mother sarcastically replied, “You haven’t had fun all day, so why does it matter now?” This may be the funniest thing my mother has ever said.
Overall the picnic was a huge success, and would become a family tradition for the next several years.