Dad's Inappropriate Movie Night

I've accidentally started a new tradition with my two oldest boys, which I call Dad's Inappropriate Movie Night. The requirements: Meg is gone, Ian is in bed, and the movie must bear some smidgen of scandal. The inaugural movie turned out to be Pee Wee Herman's Big Adventure, which both boys loved. Installment two was Raiders of the Lost Ark, and two weeks ago it was Napoleon Dynamite, of which Aaron and Ed both agreed that this was their favorite scene (as indicated by Aaron's near asthma-inducing laughter).



How does a movie qualify as inappropriate? It could be that the movie deals with subject matter beyond the boys' maturity, but it could also depict geeky stuff that I find funny and which they should not, because they're cooler than me.

This past Saturday's viewing was Titan A.E. I remember seeing a preview of this film during The Phantom Menace and being overly excited, as many of my favorite cinematic ingredients appeared to be here: animated, post-apocalyptic (my favorite genre), and possible Mormon overtones (the director is Mormon). But memory tells me this movie failed to excite my senses, and modern-day Mike still agrees.

<cheese alert> I saw it with Meg during the summer of our engagement and, frankly, nothing excited me like being with her. This movie had no hope of winning me over</cheese alert>.

We had to watch it on my laptop, as our Wii was in timeout, but both boys cuddled up next to me on the floor, and Aaron kept saying throughout how much he loved the film. So how was this an inappropriate movie? It stinks. If you need more proof, just ask Eric. Shame on you for thinking it had to deal with seeing the main character's naked butt.



On a movie-related note, Aaron thinks its unfair that Eddie gets to watch Star Wars Episode 3 when he's seven, while Aaron has to wait until he's 10. It was such a great injustice in his mind that he tried to pull an Esau and switch places with Eddie in the line of birth order. Star Wars is the new pottage.

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  1. Skip and Emma Booren8:32 AM

    What a great tradition Michael. Almost enough to encourage Meg to take a night out. Good job.
    Skip

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