T's awesome parents came into town tonight specifically so T and I could have a date night. (I lucked out in the in-law department, huh?) Cutting edge trend setters that we are, we decided to go to dinner and a movie. It was T's turn to choose the move. He chose Your Highness.
Worst. movie. ever.
I think I may have actually lost I.Q. points for having seen this movie. I am wishing I could Clorox my brain. I feel kind of dirty. It was unbelievably, cringingly, almost cartoonishly bad. We thought that the total cheese-fest at the beginning of the movie was just to set the scene. Nope. It was the whole movie.
T figured that since Natalie Portman was in it, the movie had to be decent. He loves her. I mean, the woman has an Oscar, right? After this movie, she might have to give it back.
There was so much superfluous swearing that even my potty-mouthed-sailor of a husband thought it was excessive. Pretty much every scene had some kind of penis reference in it. Most of it with a guy/guy twist. Danny McBride seemed to be playing a character written for Jack Black - and doing it poorly. I am amazed that he was able to keep a straight face. All in all, it felt like the film was edited by a bunch of pimply-faced, hormonal junior high school boys.
The only thing that kept us in our seats was the $9.50 each we had blown on tickets.
On the up side, Grandma took care of bedtime and I got to spend a little (low) quality time with the hubs. That was worth the price of admission!